Transformers In Marvel

"It's too easy! Make a rock that can't be lifted? Ha! You look down on me too much!!!"

　　 Trickster laughed crazy, patted his thigh, grinned quack, his purple suit was crumpled by his exaggerated movements.

　　 What kind of request is this?

　　 Isn’t it just to make a rock of amazing weight?

　　 As long as he wants to, he can make a rock larger than the mass of the entire universe with his fingers.

　　 "Do you think that as long as I am confined to this stage, I can't make a heavy stone? It's naive!" The troublemaker thought Downey was stupid, and really thought the absolute weight was tied to the floor area?

　　The troublemaker took it for granted that Downey wanted to use the space on the stage to limit him.

　　 After all, from common sense, the larger the area, the heavier the weight, not to mention that if you want a rock that can't be moved by an eighth-level life like a troublemaker, the area must be large.

　　 "Let’s say it first, you can’t do anything about this stage, such as using spells to expand the area of ​​the stage unlimitedly, and you can’t destroy a bit of the stage." Downey suddenly asked, with a smile on his mouth, but his tone was serious.

　　 "Don't worry, the troublemaker satisfies this pitiful request of you, and it can be regarded as the last request you have left on earth." The troublemaker laughed loudly.

　　 He snapped his fingers and said, "Donnie, you're still a really naive person and don't understand anything."

　　 In the open space between the two, there appeared a bland little stone, only the size of a slap. At the same time, the sound of the opera house suddenly rang, and Downey heard that it was Otway's piano music.

　　 The troublemaker pointed to the small stone on the ground and said, "Look! According to what you said, I made a stone of staggering weight, and its quality can match..."

　　 "Okay, needless to say." Downey interrupted the braggart, "You have already lost."

　　 Lost?

how is this possible?

"Nonsense!" The troublemaker was angry, jumped up, pointed at Downey's nose, and cursed angrily, "Donnie! Be careful I throw you to the edge of the universe, believe it or not? If you don't follow the rules of the game, I will Very angry."

　　 "I believe it, of course I believe it, but you did lose."

　　 Downey sneered and pointed at the stone casually.

　　 "Trickler, the point of my request to you is not to make you make a special stone, but the first half. Remember what my first half request is?"

　　 The troublemaker frowned and murmured: "The omnipotent troublemaker... Damn it!"

　　 The troublemaker suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of anger, and his voice was sharp and harsh: "Donnie, you lie to me!"

　　 The piano music quietly stopped.

　　 The two stood on the stage, still wearing that ridiculous costume.

"This can't be called deception. The rules of the game are made by you and me. Your request is limited to this stage. I ask the omnipotent troublemaker to make a rock that he can't lift. The rules of the game are you and me. It is jointly formulated by you and I."

　　 Downey walked over and grabbed the stone, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it. Downey stepped on the stage, and the huge force he exerted even made the ground of the stage deeply sunken.

　　 "You succeeded in making a stone that you can't even lift... Hey, the omnipotent troublemaker can't even lift a stone?" Downey looked playful.

　　 "I...I certainly...no, I can't move...no, I can..." The troublemaker flushed with anger, full of anger and unwillingness.

　　 responded to him with a meaningful smile from Downey.

　　 When the troublemaker took over the game, it was doomed to fail.

　　 The sentence "The omnipotent troublemaker can't make a rock he can't lift" is a paradox in itself, and it is also a paradox that Downey specially prepared for the troublemaker.

　　 Can a mischief who claims to be almighty make a rock that he can't even move?

　　 Successful manufacturing means losing, because the omnipotent troublemaker can't even lift a stone. If the manufacturing fails, it is even simpler. The omnipotent troublemaker can't even make a stone.

　　 A simple-thinking troublemaker, just playing, the moment the game takes over, it is doomed to a tragedy ending.

　　 The real trap, in the first half of the request, "omnipotent".

　　 As long as the mischief fails to meet the omnipotent standard, he actually loses.

　　 "You you you... Donnie, I remember you, you cunning man..." The troublemaker passed away angrily, looking decadent.

　　He is a man who concentrates on making troubles and making troubles. Downey wanted to solve the problem by playing games, but he just met his appetite, but he didn't expect to lose so badly.

　　 even a little bit devilish.

　　 "The omnipotent I made a rock that I can't lift myself?" The troublemaker laughed at himself, his body shape slowly changed, from a tall and handsome young man to a bald little old man.

　　 This bald old man wore a tall scary hat and an awkward children's suit, floating in the air, staring at Downey, without saying a word.

　　 Downey watched the process quietly, without showing any unexpected expressions.

　　 The image of the little bald old man is the real body of the troublemaker, and it is also the image commonly used by the troublemaker-although for the troublemaker, as long as it is convenient for the troublemaker, he can create hundreds of millions of images at any time.

　　For five-dimensional creatures, appearance is meaningless, and only three-dimensional creatures in the multiverse remain in this aesthetic.

　　 The two stood on the wide and lonely stage, the lights of various colors were amplified to the extreme, and Downey did not feel the slightest discomfort to the dazzling light of ordinary people.

　　 "Donny, I lost this time, but I remember you too~www.NovelMTL.com~ The troublemaker lowered his head for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, regaining his cynical expression.

　　 He suddenly felt that Downey, a multi-creature creature, was very interesting. "Intuition" told him that they would meet again someday.

　　 "You have won, according to the rules of the game, Wanda is yours." The troublemaker waved his hand in a happy mood, becoming uninterested.

　　 Downey's mouth twitched. He didn't mean it at all. He just didn't want to see the troublemaker rob someone from his own hand, or take away someone as important as Wanda.

　　 But... it seems good too?

　　 "We will meet again someday, I have this hunch." The trickster took off his hat and signaled to Downey that five-dimensional creatures have the most basic perception of some things, and their ability to gather information far exceeds the imagination of three-dimensional creatures.

　　 "I want to never see. I'm really worried that you will spoil the earth." Downey vomited, "Quickly leave the earth. You can't return without my permission."

　　 "Of course, I follow the rules of the game very much."

　　 The troublemaker looked frustrated, he lost a bit too badly. But soon, before he snapped his fingers and left, he suddenly stopped and said to Downey: "For the sake of you making me lose so happy, I will send you a message for free."

"The Kryptonian’s strongest biological weapon, the Day of Destruction, is madly destroying in the nearby universe, very close to the universe you are in. This ancient beast has destroyed countless universes, and no one can stop him yet. "

　　 "Try to live, Downey, I look forward to seeing you next time...if you are still alive."

　　 "The day of destruction is coming soon."