[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

But the parties seem to be out of state.

Peter licked his lips subconsciously, and looked at Zhong Zixing in a daze. His eyes were covered with waxy water, and his lips were stained with blood. He looked as if he had just been bullied.

"..." Zhong Zixing suddenly felt no guilt.

I even regretted that I started too late.

With an upright face, she pulled Peter away and said calmly, "Let's go, let's get a room."

Upon hearing her words, Peter immediately came back to his senses, with a look of astonishment in his eyes, and then hurriedly grabbed Zhong Zixing, resisting to the death: "No, hey, wait, let's go back—"

What interrupted him was the sudden flash of a door on the street.

Zhong Zixing paused while dragging his movements, stared at the door, and clicked his tongue.

"Okay, we found the way, we should go back quickly." She heard the little spider heaving a sigh of relief, and said in a tone of rejoicing for the rest of the catastrophe.

Zhong Zixing: "...All right."

The previous deduction is fine, but if she likes this world a little bit, the world will change into the opposite form... completely affected by her will control.

That's not a... good change.Zhong Zixing thought.

After coming out of the door, Zhong Zixing quickly let go of his hand.

"Anyway, I probably already know the reason, but I can't deal with it myself..." She rubbed her wrist, and her nails scratched on her wrist, causing a dull pain.

Zhong Zixing let go of his hand indifferently: "...it would be better to ask a wizard for help in this kind of situation."

The scarf wrapped around his neck suddenly tightened, and Zhong Zixing was pulled off without noticing, and almost fell backwards.

"Why..." She muttered and looked back.

Then there was a pause.

The scarf, which had been dormant all this time, suddenly exploded after going out, and jumped at the little spider who was following her and wrapped it tightly around his neck. The scarf covered his mouth to prevent him from making a sound, and it seemed that he was trying to murder him.

Zhong Zixing was dumbfounded.

"Are you OK?!"

"Oh, very good!" Peter did not forget to gesture with her while struggling with the scarf.

"..."

It's clear that the processed scarf is hostile to life other than her, and is physically trying to kill them.

Zhong Zixing was unable to support his forehead, and without thinking too much, he grabbed the scarf and tried to tear it off Peter's neck.

... This comical struggle lasted for a while before it ended in the victory of human beings.

"Would you consider going to my corridor to take a look?" Zhong Zixing tidied up the scarf, quietly thinking about whether he should send it back to the furnace for remaking.

"No, thank you, today is exciting enough." Peter, who had just wrestled with the scarf, thanked him indifferently.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded downstairs.

Zhong Zixing and Peter both stopped talking and listened attentively to the movement downstairs.

What happened there?

"Go down and have a look." Peter didn't hesitate much.

Zhong Zixing nodded.

The wooden planks of the stairs creaked under their feet, and the noise became louder as they went down. Zhong Zixing heard sounds similar to explosions and wooden beams breaking, mixed with...

Miscellaneous cheers?

"What—the—fuck?"

"That's Magneto! It's him! I've seen the recorded video!"

"Use the funny spell!"

"Wait, they're not wizards, are they? Can mutants use magic?"

"Theoretically, there is no problem. That young lady's ability has a long history with magic..."

"But they don't even have wands!"

"……"what's the situation?

Zhong Zixing's speed of going downstairs obviously slowed down, and finally stood directly on the stairs, looking at the little spider in confusion.

Different from the crumbling appearance, the structure of the abandoned house was unexpectedly stable. Even if an explosion occurred across a wall, the ceiling in the main hall only shook slightly, shaking dust and wood chips all over the floor.

The two carefully approached the room where the voice came from.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me what to do." Wanda's annoyed voice trembled.

"Then... try wandless magic? The role of the wand is only to guide the use of magic power in a more refined way. Would you like to try it?"

Wanda took a breath.

"Okay, I'll try."

There were so many doubt bubbles in Zhong Zixing's heart that they almost floated out.

Then Peter put his hand on the doorknob.

Open?he asked silently.

With so many doors opened along the way, Zhong Zixing was about to have a psychological shadow on the door, but she still controlled herself and nodded.

The door opened slowly.

The harsh sound of rusty hinges opening and closing was drowned in the sound of the storm, and all the windows in the huge room were sealed, only a little light leaked through the gaps in the nailed planks.In front of Wanda and Pietro stood a man wearing a silver-purple helmet. In the weak light, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and felt that the rain was about to come.

His palm strangled the neck of the handsome man sitting in the wheelchair next to him.

Hearing the movement behind him, Pietro turned his head to look at them, with an ugly expression.

"Hey, you guys came just in time." He pinched the phone to point at the scene in front of him, the noise that Zhong Zixing heard before came from the phone, "We opened a closet door, and then...my dad appeared. "

He said with a sigh of relief: "If it weren't for the live broadcast, we would have escaped. They said it was a Boggart, a common creature in the magic world, and it would become something scary."

In line with his words, the phone vibrated suddenly because of the sound of the explosion: "I can't believe my eyes...Damn it, why is it a professor?"

"After all, the fear comes from the heart. It's not surprising that anything happens. It's normal to want to make friends." Another voice comforted him.

Kuaiyin whistled: "And it's not scary after watching it for a long time."

"..." The expressions of the two people who had just escaped from the source of fear were a bit complicated.

I just remembered that there is a think tank here that is half Xavier and half Ilvermorny.

There was a gap in the comparison, and the two of them almost failed to come out together. In contrast, this side is already going to roll up their sleeves to attack Boggart.

"Don't worry, Wanda will take care of it right away." Kuaiyin, who was leaning against the entire audience in the live broadcast room, was unaware of their complicated emotions. He watched Wanda stretch out under the guidance of the audience with great interest. Shot, aiming at the Magneto and Professor X transformed by Boggart.

"How do you say that spell?" Wanda asked without looking back.

In an instant, Zhong Zixing suddenly felt something was wrong.

This kind of badness prompted her to utter involuntarily: "Wait—"

"Funny!"

The crimson of chaotic energy exploded in the center of the room.

...the rest of the syllables got stuck in my throat.

"..."

Zhong Zixing saw the lilac purple skirt, the front fell above the knees, and the rose red bow was drawn at the seam, the silk fabric drapes like flowing water, stacked with soft folds, and the one-line collar is decorated with ruffles , exposing the shoulders and collarbone...

Magneto was wrapped in a sweet long and short skirt that was almost torn by him, looking at them calmly.

"..."

The live broadcast room was swallowed by dead silence.

Zhong Zixing turned his face away calmly.

She felt that she needed to question life.

Everyone calmed down for a few seconds, but still couldn't calm down.

Magneto has been watching them.

Always.

"...Why hasn't he disappeared yet?" Zhong Zixing couldn't help but asked.

It stands to reason that the Boggart should turn into a cloud of smoke if the spell goes down...

"..."

After a while, a little friend came out weakly: "It is laughter that dispels Boggarts, we have to laugh a lot."

Zhong Zixing: ... She remembered that she had set it up.

But who can laugh when Magneto is looking at you!

……

Scotland, Canopy Manor.

"Come here," Stephanie said.

Sith put down the hand holding the gun, glanced at the gun, unloaded the magazine, and threw it back on the table with the gun.

For ordinary people, achievement will be restricted by talent after hard work reaches the end.But Infinity Stones don't have this problem. They are born with almost unlimited abilities. Divided by humans, they are all geniuses.

Just like Stephanie can easily handle even the first-time weapons, Sith is not as good at firearms as she is, but after a few days of training, she is still at the level of ten-ring guns.

Tomorrow morning, they will take a special plane to Las Vegas.

The phone was turned off at Stephanie's request, Sith lowered his eyes, and his fingers habitually rubbed the smooth metal surface.

The girl who had been paying attention to him noticed his movements, hesitated a little, and tried to soften her tone as uncomfortable as possible: "There are still two days."

Sith snapped his fingers and nodded slightly.

He showed no excess emotion.Stephanie brought out her non-human sensitivity to the extreme. In the past few days, almost any emotional fluctuations in him would trigger her corresponding reaction, just like Pavlov's experiment, when he frowned and pursed his lips, she would make a sound, which was tried and tested repeatedly.

But it's not a pleasant experience.

No life would be willing to be meticulously paid attention to by an alienated being. Rather than paying attention, this kind of behavior is more like a kind of spying and intrusion, which can easily irritate the person being paid attention to.

But Stephanie didn't know this.

After all, her understanding of human nature is only based on the narrow social circle she has come into contact with, and even the experience of communication is too poor.She just tried to please and get close to her based on her own understanding, thinking that she would be able to please others by doing so.

Just because she wants to be human.

Whenever he thinks of this, the surging boredom and evil will eventually subside. Sith can understand the possible effects of Stephanie's performance, and naturally understand that she just doesn't understand.

And he still can't fully understand it until now.

Compared with Stephanie who was bumping around in the maze, he just learned to walk by touching the walls.

He pursed his lips, and finally said, "You don't have to answer."

In an instant, Stephanie looked up as if she had been stabbed by a flower thorn.

Her eyes froze and hurt for a moment, but she quickly covered it up.

"……I see."

Sith felt a little troubled.

... He didn't know how to answer, because no matter what the answer would be, it would negate Stephanie's efforts.

To Sith, the Space Stone is like a hard-working expressionist, using tricks she's learned to try to bring to life a character named "Stephanie," but she doesn't and can't fully commit to her role. role, so it seems a bit pathetic to him.

can i help herSith suddenly had this idea.

Immediately, he was stunned by his own thoughts.

"I'll go back to my room to rest first, good night."

Before he could clear his mind, Stephanie bade him good night, as usual, with a parody of nonchalance, and turned to the door.Sith didn't have time to think about it, so he could only stop her based on his feeling——

"What kind of a man is James Barnes?"

"..." Stephanie's back froze in front of the door.

After a while, she turned around, looked at Sith with scrutiny, and tilted her head slightly.

She seemed to have made a brief judgment. After judging that there was no need to fake human emotions in dealing with Sith, she put away her hurt eyes and replaced them with the corners of her mouth that naturally raised.

"Damn it."

Her voice was as cold as ever, but there was an undeniable tenderness in her eyes and tone.

"Damn it, it's that simple."

"then you--"

Stephanie's answer did not surprise Sith, on the contrary, it gradually made him think.He doesn't think he understands humans, but he always knows better than Stephanie, maybe she can try his method—

However, inexplicably, his heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed the question he originally wanted to ask.

—do you love her?

"Crack, snap, snap."

The sudden sound startled them, and the two looked up at the same time.

Unhurried applause came from the main entrance of the manor.

At some point, Stephanie picked up the gun on the table, installed the magazine with a "click", and aimed the gun firmly at the door half hidden in the darkness.

"come out."

Following her order, among the three figures in the darkness, one tall and two short, the shorter figure chuckled and emerged from the darkness.

His voice is as sweet and soft as the sound of nature.

"Is this how you intend to welcome me?"

Riser's long, light-blond hair was combed into a ponytail, and the tails of her hair fell on her shoulders. Three buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, revealing a large area of ​​skin crookedly.

He had a half-smile: "Is this the first time we've met?"

Almost the moment he let out his breath, both Sith and Stephanie frowned, recognizing each other's identity.

"Are you a mind?"

"Call me Riser if you can." Riser bowed gracefully to them, and then stretched out his hand to the darkness in a gesture of inviting dance, "She is Elfrida."

The petite red-haired girl took his hand and followed him like a shadow.

Stephanie wasn't too wary of the same kind. After recognizing Riise's identity, she put down her gun and lingered on them, showing undisguised curiosity.

"What are you looking for us for?" she asked bluntly.

Riise led Elf to his side and said casually, "Beauty, do you know our fate?"

"If you mean being embedded into the Infinity Gauntlet," Sith said.

"Part of it." Reese smiled.

"I thought you would be as tired of being used as we are." He smiled softly, and looked at the girl next to him with eyes as intoxicating as fine wine, "Now that you know one of the futures you don't want to accept, don't you think it's better to kill it in advance? Is this possibility wiser than being caught in a whirlpool and struggling?"

He made it clear what he wanted to do.

Since they are of the same kind, it is natural to help each other.

"How can I help you?" Stephanie asked.

Riise's smile widened a little.

Sith have been watching them since their emergence.

Intellectually, compared to humans, he should trust his own kind, and this trust naturally overrides other standards.But perhaps because he has been too much affected by human emotions so far, Riise's presence made him feel slightly uncomfortable, as if he had intuitively sensed that there was something in his character that he didn't like.

He saw the other party slightly open his lips.

"I'll elaborate, but until then..."

His smile didn't change at all.

"I don't want you."

Almost at the same time, Elf, who had been bowing her head silently, suddenly raised her head.The gorgeous orange eyes locked on Stephanie.

She stared intently at the black-haired girl, couldn't help licking her lips, her eyes were greedy and longing.

Sith suddenly changed color.

He knows this girl is the Soul Stone... and the Soul Stone is capable of eating other Infinity Stones!It just didn't occur to him that Riese was thinking of this!

Instantly realizing that Reese's visitor was not kind, Stephanie's expression turned cold. In an instant, the air around them seemed to be colored with a dark blue tone, and the space faintly vibrated with her mood changes, and dark cracks had already emerged——

"Sorry, I almost forgot, I also brought a gift." Suddenly, Riise clapped his hands suddenly, smiled and lowered his head, "Elf?"

Facing his intimate call, Soul Gem nodded silently, and then slowly raised his left hand that was not held by him.

The pale gold thread wrapped around the ten fingers floated in the air, and the golden light flowed along the thread, extending into the darkness behind Elf.

Adult footsteps sounded.

The man who walked out of the darkness raised his head silently, his pupils showing an abnormal fluorescent blue.His eyes swept over the frowning Sith and the stiff Stephanie, and turned away without any pause.

"Do you like it?" Reese chuckled.

His laughter seemed to trigger a switch, and Stephanie's stiff body suddenly trembled violently, as if she was about to fall down the next moment.

The nearly collapsed space stopped shattering.

She opened her mouth, opened and closed several times, and finally asked softly, "Bucky?"

Sith pressed her shoulder.

His eyes were gloomy like a dark fire: "Don't do that."

The trembling of Stephanie's body stopped abruptly.

"I..." she said.

"You can save him!" Sith growled, "The control of the Mind Stone can be lifted—"

"She modified his soul," Stephanie said.

"..."

Stephanie said, "Only she can modify souls. I can't make Bucky—"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Stephanie didn't answer him, but just stared straight at the man opposite.

Sith turned to stare at Reese.

Facing his gaze, Riise spread his hands innocently.

"I'm not going to do anything," he said, "or would you like to hear me explain the situation?"

"Elf has modified his soul. In human terms, he is not himself anymore-but at least he is still alive. There is hope in life...right?"

"If you join forces, you can snatch him back from me and Elf, and I guarantee that Elf will not do something to completely erase his soul at that time, after all, it is meaningless to us .”

"But if," he paused briefly, "you're going to make a deal with Elf, after that she'll modify his soul back and erase your memory if you want, what do you think? ?”

He seemed really puzzled: "In other words, do you think the important thing is life or self?"

Sith heard himself gnashing his teeth.

"Stephanie..." he said.

"He will choose himself." The girl's voice was hollow.

"A good choice." Riise nodded.

Stephanie didn't seem to hear his words.

She looked at the man for a long time, then walked towards him slowly.Riise didn't stop her, and even politely moved out of the way, watching his compatriot walk in front of the human, tracing his face inch by inch, then raised his hand, holding his hand gently as if treating a treasure. Face.

oh.he thinks.

As the same kind, they know each other's most essential thinking mode and know that each other will make logical judgments.

Even if he is angry, reality will not stop the engulfing, even if he knows that it means the disappearance of space.

Space will not ask him if he will break the contract after she is swallowed by Elf, because she knows that person is not important to him and Elf.

And out of respect for the same kind, they are happy to meet her final request, just as they are grateful for the choice that Space will make in the end.

But Riise still felt a slight annoyance.

They, he and Elf, knew the upcoming future the moment they knew the existence of this human being, and the space would choose to be swallowed by Elf, for this human being.

He should be thankful for her stupidity, for valuing this human ego above her own.But he doesn't feel any joy right now.

When it breaks away from the definition of matter and exists in the form of life, the birth of emotions is inevitable.It's not an unforgivable mistake, and even Reaser himself finds it interesting to explore the limits of his feelings—they give meaning to his rejection, and let him enjoy the joy of being a life, willing to guide others to understand his feelings.

But space—

It was rare for Riise to lose his mind, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the space let go of the hand holding the human face, and silently lowered his head.

In human parlance, she kissed him.

Riise was bored again.

"Do you need to erase his memory about you?" He smiled.

"I'm not qualified to touch his memory." Space said coldly.

here we go again.Reese thought with a smile.

"As you wish, beauty." He shifted his gaze to Elf, "Go."

After getting the permission, Elf bent her eyes, turned around and threw herself at the straight-backed black-haired girl, as light as a hummingbird flying to a stamen, sucking her life and filling her stomach.

Their figures were submerged by the gradually brightening light.

Youlan melted into the orange gold, and disappeared little by little in the blazing heat, as if the rising sun had torn apart the sky, swaying thousands of golden rays.

When everything was calm, there was no black-haired girl in the darkness.

The dust has settled.

Elf closed her eyes to digest what she had just eaten. After a while, she opened her eyes and looked at the only human being present. She clenched her left hand tightly and all the golden threads broke.

The man closed his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.

Witnessing this scene, Riise also released his control and let out a light breath.

"Want to be with us?" He invited reality, "By the way, maybe you would like to tell me your name."

The young man was expressionless.

After a while, he pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, evoking obvious sarcasm and chill.

"Sith." The hoarse voice was lowered by him, appearing soft and soft.

Sith kept smiling, and nimbly unbuttoned the cuff buttons of his shirt with his fingers, and folded the cuffs up one by one, revealing his flexible forearm.

This series of movements was done slowly by him, with an indescribable and wonderful rhythm.

"But before that." After doing this, Sith stopped and moved his fingers.

As the knuckles made a sound like popping beans, he looked at Riise with a malicious smile.

"Fuck you."

As he spoke, he swung his clenched fist, and slammed Riise hard on the face before he could get confused.

The knuckles collide with the soft fatty tissue, then sink in and roll over the hard cheekbones beneath.

With a loud "crash", Riise was punched and flew out, knocked over the wooden chair by the table, and fell to the floor.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood foam and laughed softly.

Sith withdrew his punch indifferently, walked up to Riise, bent down and grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.

"Why didn't you do this before?" Reese asked with a smile.

"That's Stephanie's choice." Sith pinned the back of his head and slammed Riise on the table.

"Then why are you now?"

"It's revenge."

Sith's hand clasping the back of his head gradually tightened, as if trying to flatten Riise's head into a pattern on the table.

"Revenge of the Sith," he said contemptuously.

Riise's smiling expression suddenly changed.

"You're looking at things from a human perspective," his voice softened for the first time, "you're restricting yourself with their moral values."

"I think this is very pleasant." Sith smiled, and then exerted more force on his hand without hesitation, "Go to his rational judgment, I should crush you from the moment I saw you."

Even if he told Purser that he didn't want to get lost again, but the moment he realized that she was accepting him because of his request, he had a premonition.

"This is...pollution...pollution..."

The sound of bone cracking shattered the face, the teeth were pressed into the tabletop, and the overflowing blood stained the wood. Riser's voice became hoarse, but despite this, he insisted on uttering intermittent words.

"My opinion is exactly the opposite of yours."

As the pressure of crushing increased, Sith's malicious smile became bigger and bigger, "This is dyeing paleness."

He may never be able to find a way out of the maze, but he likes the process of wandering in the maze and does not intend to leave.

With a happy mood, Sith lowered his head and leaned closer to Riise's ear.

"Remember to apologize to Stephanie."

After speaking, he exerted a sudden force on his wrist.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.