Chapter 138: OAA Descends! Target: Zhou Mo!
At the same time, on the other side, in Deep Space.
Following the guidance in her mind, Ancient One focused on traversing the Universe. It was only then that she realized the Universe she resided in was actually the Main Universe among all Universes?
"OAA has been hiding in the Main Universe all this time?" Ancient One muttered softly, unable to believe it. Before this, whenever she had free time, she would use meditation to perceive the complex energy fluctuations of the Universe and converse with one powerful entity after another.
But she hadn't expected that after hundreds of years of observation, she remained completely ignorant, not only of the Celestials but also of this so-called OAA.
Shaking her head, Ancient One let out a self-mocking bitter laugh: "It seems that Earth, viewed from the perspective of the Universe, is full of weakness and is not as important as I thought."
She organized her thoughts, and just as Ancient Onecontinued her journey, suddenly! She felt a bone-chilling coldness sweep over her entire body!
Her heart tightened abruptly. She quickly stopped and looked in a certain direction. In a deep pocket of the Universe, which seemed bottomless and swallowed all sight like a black hole, Ancient One clearly felt an endless chill emanating from it!
That feeling... it was as if an entity was stepping out from within!
Accompanying the cold was an extreme fear that, with just one glance, instantly terrified this Father-Class entity to the point where her soul trembled and her body lost all ability to move!
They were like strangely colored snakes, roaring madly as they poured out in large numbers from that pocket of space.
Although she couldn't see anything, Ancient Onegenuinely and tangibly felt a dreadful sensation that she was about to be devoured by them!
This feeling made Ancient One think of Zhou Mo, and only Zhou Mo: "Is it... Zhou Mo's Superman X?! Is he following right behind me?"
Her brain rapidly ran through checks, and in the end, only the figure of Superman X stood out. Ancient One knew there were certainly other entities in the Universe she didn't fully understand, but the aura she felt right now was absolutely not something they could produce!
No one else but Zhou Mo's Superman X could possibly achieve this!
"Perhaps... is it OAA?" Ancient One thought blankly of another possibility, but even though the thought arose, the Ball of Light in her mind did not respond.
Her body was paralyzed by fear, unable to move or flee. Standing frozen, Ancient One watched, and after an unknown period of time, a figure truly flew out from that pitch-black space!
And the direction was precisely where she was!
Getting closer and clearer, Ancient One saw that this appearance was not Superman X. He had a physique similar to that of a human, but he was much taller than a human.
The biggest difference from a human was his head: he had large antennae resembling ram horns growing on his forehead, and his features only revealed a pair of green, electronic-like eyes. This made Ancient One wonder if it was a helmet he was wearing or if this was his true appearance.
In a single breath, the figure arrived before Ancient One, scrutinizing her up and down with a curious gaze.
Strangely enough, before she saw him, Ancient One felt that the mere oppressive aura emanating from him had nearly shattered her soul. But now that he was directly in front of her, looking at him, Ancient One felt no negative emotions whatsoever?
While Ancient One pondered this in confusion, the figure spoke: "Hmm, you are not Superman X."
Superman X? Her consciousness was instantly jolted awake by this name. Ancient One's eyes lit up—he knew Superman X?
"Uh, are you OA..." Unable to suppress her agitation, Ancient One had just started to speak when the figure suddenly whooshed away. Following its path, she saw it was heading exactly the way she had come.
"He's going to Earth?"
Ancient One was utterly bewildered, with question marks popping up in her mind one after another. The biggest question, of course, was the identity of this figure. If he was the OAA she was looking for, then she absolutely had to follow him.
But, her goal was Zhou Mo, not Superman X. Could it be that OAA intended to remove Zhou Mo's Superman Xabilities?
One question followed another, but only one thing was certain to Ancient One: the figure's target was Superman X. After realizing she wasn't him, he left immediately without saying another word.
While she was confused and unsure what to do, the Ball of Light in her mind reappeared. It caused a warmth to surface in Ancient One's left hand, signaling her to move in that direction.
"Alright, alright." Ancient One shook her head, casting aside all distracting thoughts: "It seems he is not OAA."
Having said that, she continued to move, heading off to find OAA.
Once certain the figure wasn't OAA, Ancient One had nothing to worry about. As the creator of all existence, including the Multiverse, OAA was undoubtedly the true Creator, God.
Whether it was the figure, Zhou Mo's Superman X, or any other terrifying entity in the Universe, they were all as insignificant as ants before OAA. Find OAA, and all problems would be solved easily.
While moving, Ancient One suddenly stopped, her expression slightly changing as she thought of something: "The aura left by The Living Tribunal, were you just now... afraid of that figure?"
The Ball of Light fell silent, reappeared two seconds later, and gave no response, merely guiding Ancient Onequietly.
"...The appearance of that figure could actually frighten the aura of The Living Tribunal?" Ancient One felt that something was seriously wrong. It hadn't reacted this way even when facing Zhou Mo's Superman X!
The astonishment that appeared on her face did not fade. Not until she successfully met OAA... The darkness and coldness of the Universe were swept away. Stopping in a space filled with warmth, Ancient One looked up, staring blankly at the blonde man quietly doing carpentry high above.
The man wore a medieval white robe. His posture, angled sideways to Ancient One, allowed her to see his face, which bore a Middle Eastern appearance. Paired with the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, a benevolent, gentle warmth, like that of an elder, washed over her.
Immediately, a single word slammed violently into Ancient One's mind.
Jesus!
This person's appearance was strikingly similar to God—Jesus—as described in religious texts!
At this moment, Ancient One strangely hoped that the person before her was also fake—that the God described in religious texts actually existed in this World?!
But it wasn't fake. The Ball of Light completed its mission and dissipated upon reaching OAA's location, its action telling Ancient One that this was the OAA she sought.
"Uh..." Her breathing suddenly became rapid. Ancient One hesitated, unsure how to address the God of religion!
OAA stopped his work, looked over with a smile as gentle as a spring breeze, and spoke in an extremely soft voice: "I know your purpose. You have already succeeded. Zhou Mo will be killed very soon."
That figure? Ancient One subconsciously thought of him. The figure's purpose was to kill Zhou Mo?
Taking a deep breath and stepping forward, Ancient Onespoke: "No, respected OAA, please believe me, he will definitely fail! Only you can fix all of this!"
OAA watched Ancient One with a smile, saying nothing. Ancient One seemed to hear another meaning in this reaction:
What, do you think OAA's prophecy could be wrong?
Ancient One held her breath and concentrated, her heart racing, thinking OAA might actually become angry and speak those words because his authority had been challenged.
Fortunately, he didn't. OAA simply watched her quietly with that smile.
"Well, no matter what, I'm needed to finish the cleanup and fix things, aren't I?" Saying this with a smile, OAA put down the tool in his hand. After being set down, the tool vanished into thin air.
Ancient One's body trembled upon hearing this.
OAA is going to make a move against Zhou Mo?!
The next second, the thought had barely finished when Ancient One found herself instantly transported to Earth! OAA was right in front of her!
Clearly, OAA's purpose for coming to Earth needed no further explanation. It was none other than...
Zhou Mo!
Immediately the next second, OAA attacked from a distance! The target was also... Zhou Mo!
Chapter 139: Superman X: Who says I can't destroy the entire Universe?! OAA Arrives!
Night had fallen, and the sky had completed its transition into a dark veil.
Looking down at the mess below, Stark panted, "Whatever the case, at least those monsters have been dealt with."
Regarding everything that had transpired, Stark was still somewhat shaken. Logically, after witnessing a series of terrifying existences, Stark shouldn't have given these Subterranean Monsters a second thought.
Their threat level didn't even compare to the initial Fire Giant, Surtur. Naturally, Stark had pinned his hopes for resolving them on Gwen, who had transformed into a Female Four-Armed Overlord.
After all, if he were to step in, the scene would likely be filled with stray artillery fire, only adding to the chaos.
But what Stark never expected was that the Female Four-Armed Overlord was actually no match for these Subterranean Monsters! In fact, if not for his own artillery support, Gwen, in her Four-Armed Overlord form, would have almost perished on the spot!
This greatly surprised Stark. Fortunately, Gwen timely transformed into a Female Diamond God of War, using crystals to trap them before he finished them off with several missiles through their skulls, sending them to meet the God of Death.
Casting his eyes down at Gwen as she deactivated her form, the surprise in Stark's eyes lingered.
"If they could be dealt with by my weapons, then these Subterranean Monsters were just an incident in New YorkCity with a low danger level. Hmm, if the Military had intervened, they could have handled it easily."
"But... the Four-Armed Overlord actually couldn't beat these Subterranean Monsters?" Stark's brow furrowed even tighter; this was the point that truly puzzled him.
Monsters that human weapons and the Diamond God of War could handle, yet the Four-Armed Overlord was no match for them?
The doubt wasn't profound, but it lingered in Stark's mind for a long time. It wasn't until he saw Gwen intending to leave that he hurriedly snapped back to his senses and descended toward her.
The surrounding citizens had long since fled. One could imagine that a large number of reporters were already on their way. Seizing this brief moment, Stark said urgently, "If possible, I hope you can tell me Zhou Mo's location. I have something to say to him."
Picking up her backpack, Gwen was patting the dust off it. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes at him. "Does the famous Mr. Stark even need to ask? I thought you knew everything."
After speaking, Gwen put on her backpack, thrust her hands into her hoodie pockets, and turned to walk away. Clearly, she had no intention of responding to Stark.
Watching Gwen's retreating back, Stark gave a self-deprecating smile. From her tone, he could also read a sense of mockery toward himself.
"But thinking about it, it's understandable. Why would this young girl in love expose her little boyfriend's location?" With a bitter smile, Stark didn't intend to press further. "It seems I'll have to find him myself."
Muttering to himself, Stark turned to leave. Although he was Iron Man, he wasn't a superhuman. After experiencing this tumultuous day, Stark really wanted to go back, rest, and process everything.
His first step had barely landed when he immediately pulled it back. Suddenly, Stark turned with a somber face and called out loudly to Gwen's back, "Was your Four-Armed Overlord afraid of those Subterranean Monstersjust now?"
Stark saw Gwen's figure visibly stiffen for a moment, but she quickly recovered and continued walking without giving any response.
After staring for two seconds, Stark shook his head in frustration. "Was she afraid or not?"
"Sigh, there's no point in obsessing over such questions. There's nothing Superman X can't solve." After talking to himself, Stark took to the sky and flew away.
Meanwhile, Gwen, who was still walking, looked grim. Recalling everything that had just happened, her brow couldn't help but furrow.
The feeling of that insurmountable fear when she struck out in her Four-Armed Overlord form was still vividly clear. Gwen also couldn't understand this point. She knew her strength after transforming wasn't as great as Zhou Mo's, but how could she be afraid of a few small monsters?
Moreover, she only felt this sensation as the Four-Armed Overlord; it completely vanished after she became the Diamond God of War? The more she thought about it, the less she understood, and Gwen shook her head.
"That feeling... what was it all about?"
Thinking back to after she killed the Sand Destroyer Beasts, it felt as if a notification had flashed through her mind, leaving Gwen completely bewildered. If that notification was an illusion, why did it feel so clear? But if it wasn't an illusion, why did she know nothing about the information within it?
Gwen looked up at the sky, feeling that only Zhou Mocould answer this question. "But compared to Zhou Mo, the biggest trouble right now should be my father..." Thinking of this, Gwen sighed heavily... At the seaside Villa.
Stark walked toward the bed. With a tap of his finger on his chest, the nanotech armor retracted coolly into his clothes. "Friday, what's this about someone cosplaying as Jesus? Does this kind of thing even need to be reported to me?"
On the bedside projection, Stark saw one of today's trending news items: a man whose appearance and attire were identical to the descriptions of Jesus in religious texts had appeared in the city, drawing a large following of citizens.
"Sir, you asked me to report major situations periodically. Aside from the Subterranean Monsters, he is the biggest news of the day."
While loosening his tie, Stark shook his head as if things were hopeless. He felt that Friday still hadn't completely escaped her underlying status as an artificial idiot. These days, was high-quality cosplay so rare? Was it really worth making the news?
"Heh, I've even... I've even seen a pair of identical supermodel sisters before." With a cold snort of mockery, Stark threw himself onto the bed. After tossing and turning several times, the massive amount of information floating in his mind still kept him from falling asleep.
Eventually, with a mumbled word to himself, Stark fell into a deep sleep: "A thousand words boil down to one sentence: will Zhou Mo lose control?"
Almost at the exact moment Stark fell asleep, the directive he had previously issued yielded results. Fridayfound Zhou Mo in a backup Villa. But remembering Stark's earlier mockery and sensing that he had already fallen asleep, Friday fell into a dilemma.
"Hmm... is now a good time to report?" Thus, Fridayagonized over this question for several hours... "Ring, ring, ring!" The sound of a phone call pulled Stark right out of his dream. Like a drowning person reaching air again, Stark snapped his eyes open and took a sharp, startled breath.
"Damn, I dreamed that Zhou Mo went berserk and took over the World!" Cursing the nightmare's content, Starktiredly picked up his phone and saw that the incoming number was actually Fury? Suspiciously answering it, Zhou Mo's indignant protest echoed through the room.
"Mr. Stark! Fury looks down on me, so I've decided to destroy the entire Universe to prove it to him!"
All sleepiness vanished instantly as Stark's eyes widened. "...?"
"Huh?!"
On the other side.
OAA admired the night scene and murmured to himself, "It's time."
The Ancient One's expression was complex. She thought to herself, you've been on Earth for half the day; what do you mean 'it's time'? What else do you want to do?
Just as the internal complaint arose, the Ancient One saw the surroundings shift abruptly again. She found herself brought above the outskirts, where only a single Villaemitted light amidst the dense forest.
Looking closely, the Ancient One saw... Zhou Mo by the window!
Chapter 140: Stark: Superman X is facing off against... God, OAA?!
"What is the full name of S.H.I.E.L.D.?!"
An indignant voice came through the phone. Stark blinked blankly and said subconsciously, "Department of Homeland Strategic Defense..."
"Exactly!" Zhou Mo turned his head to look at the group of Agents behind him, led by Fury, who were pale and trembling. "They came to find me, so I asked if they thought I would threaten the safety of the United Statesand the Universe."
"And then they hurriedly waved their hands and said no, no."
His nerves strained to the limit, Stark nodded subconsciously, thinking to himself, 'That's not a problem, big brother! Then why do you still want to destroy the Universe?!'
Zhou Mo emphasized his tone indignantly: "You tell me!"
"Are they looking down on me!"
Stark: "..."
"Since that's the case, then I must destroy the Universeonce to prove myself!"
Like a bolt from the blue exploding overhead, Stark was directly petrified on the spot. So it turns out you, kid, feel looked down upon, which is why you say you want to destroy the Universe?!
The image of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents trembling in fear before Zhou Mo already surfaced in Stark's mind. The purpose of their appearance at the backup Villa wasn't hard to understand; what Friday could know, S.H.I.E.L.D.could also know.
After experiencing all this, Fury naturally wanted to talk to Zhou Mo to deeply probe this guy's stance. After all, facing a Mutant with the ability to destroy all Universes, no power would not overthink it.
But how did this daily small talk, or even polite pleasantries, make Zhou Mo feel looked down upon? Could it be that instead of beating around the bush like this, he should have directly asked if he would destroy all Universes later? Clearly, saying it that way would make someone feel even more angry, hey!
Lowering his head and letting out a silent, long sigh, Stark felt exhausted talking to Zhou Mo.
Suddenly thinking of something, Zhou Mo changed his tone: "Oh right, Mr. Stark, are you asleep? Sorry, I forgot, you should be sleeping at this time! Okay, I won't disturb you."
"Beep, beep, beep."
"..."
Hearing this, Stark suddenly looked up, almost laughing out of anger! If I were asleep, how could I have answered your call? So the one talking to you was me sleepwalking? And you damn well knew I was sleeping at this time?!
Taking a deep breath, Stark adjusted his emotions and sent a message to Fury: "Tell Zhou Mo that before he destroys the Universe, I hope he can wait for my arrival."
Receiving an "ok" reply from Fury, Stark tapped his chest, the window opened, and the Nanotech armor flew away... Carefully putting his phone back in his pocket, Furyglanced at Zhou Mo and, finding that he hadn't noticed, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Not to mention Stark, even he, a professional Level 10 Agent, hadn't expected that what was originally meant to be a simple questioning would directly develop to the point of destroying the Universe? Who could he even complain to about this?
Squeezing out a smile, Fury explained: "Mr. Zhou, Stark is coming soon. He hopes you can wait a moment for him; he has something to say to you."
Zhou Mo, sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed, didn't even look: "Fine. Just as well, I'm a bit hungry. Get me something to eat. No takeout, I want something freshly made by a professional chef."
"Okay." Fury gave his subordinates a look, and several subordinates who understood immediately went out to find ingredients, while the other Agents rolled up their sleeves and headed to the kitchen.
A moment later, when Stark flew in and landed, he saw several refrigerated trucks arriving. Among the few parked at the Villa entrance, Agents were moving ingredients back and forth.
Walking through the door suspiciously, he saw Zhou Mositting with a straight back at the dining table, a napkin tucked into his collar, with exquisite Western cutlery placed on both sides of the table. Combined with the posture of one fist being held by the other hand, at a glance, he looked exactly like an upper-class young master.
The Agents in the room surrounded the table acting as waiters. The leader of the Agents dressed as chefs bowed and said with a fawning smile: "Mr. Zhou, what would you like to eat?"
"Hmm..." After pondering for two seconds, Zhou Mo said: "Give me a whole roasted cow, easy on the chili."
The smile on the leading Agent's face instantly froze. A whole roasted cow? They had thought of countless foods Zhou Mo might eat, but who would have thought that late at night, he would want a whole roasted cow?! Glancing at the table, the leading Agent thought it was absolutely impossible to place a whole roasted cow on it.
"Uh... sorry Mr. Zhou, we don't have that."
"Sigh." Zhou Mo looked over with a helpless sigh: "Then give me a whole roasted sheep. Plenty of cumin, easy on the chili."
Hearing this, the leading Agent's face froze again: "We don't have that either."
"Forget it, then just give me a whole roasted chicken."
Watching Zhou Mo, Stark, who had quietly walked to Fury's side, had an expression of extreme complexity. So tonight, you just can't get over the whole roasted 'X' thing, can you?
Facing Zhou Mo's gaze, the leading Agent even began to feel afraid, saying tremulously: "We don't have that either."
Watching quietly for a few seconds, the atmosphere seemed to begin to solidify, and a drop of cold sweat dripped from the leading Agent's forehead.
"Haha, I guessed you wouldn't know how to make any of them! Since that's the case, just go make what you're good at." Zhou Mo finished with a laugh and looked away, toward Stark.
"...Very well." The leading Agent breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly turned toward the kitchen. Only when he reached the kitchen with his back to Zhou Mo did he dare to let out that long breath. You guessed I wouldn't know how to make it and you still ordered it!
'Mr. Zhou, you don't think you're being very humorous, do you?... Man, I almost thought the reason for the destruction of the Universe was because I didn't know how to make a whole roasted chicken with light chili and extra cumin!!!'
Witnessing all this, Stark shook his head with a bitter smile. This Zhou Mo was still as unpredictable as before.
At this moment, Zhou Mo's gaze shifted over. Inadvertently, Stark met his eyes and clearly saw that upon seeing him, the expression on Zhou Mo's face became incredibly surprised: "Mr. Stark, you look like you didn't sleep well!"
"..." Stark closed his eyes, two jets of air puffing from his nostrils as he suppressed all the emotions in his heart.
'I definitely didn't sleep well! And why is that? Who called me in the middle of the night? So hard to guess!'
Seeing this, Fury walked over with a smile: "On this wonderful night, I hope we can have a pleasant conversation."
Looking at Fury, who pulled out a chair and sat across the table, Zhou Mo also smiled: "You can rest assured about that. Everyone who talks to me thinks our conversation is particularly pleasant." After speaking, Zhou Mo grinned, revealing a row of big white teeth.
Stark: "..."
Fury: "..."
The Agents busy in the kitchen suddenly froze. Pleasant? Everyone who talks to you feels particularly pleasant? Mr. Zhou, do you have a mistaken perception of yourself?
...The Agents were truly worthy of being S.H.I.E.L.D.elites; the high-end French cuisine they specialized in was not at all inferior to that of a five-star chef. Zhou Mofeasted at that end of the table, while the high-strung Fury and Stark had no appetite at all.
Stark asked tentatively: "What should we talk about?"
"Why don't we start with the Earth we are on?" Furylooked at Zhou Mo and spoke with a smile.
"Okay," Zhou Mo replied indistinctly.
Fury's tone gradually became serious: "Zhou Mo, I hope you understand that S.H.I.E.L.D. and I have no hostility toward you. I just want to know your view on Earth?"
Looking at the gorging Zhou Mo, Fury mentally added the next sentence: 'Even if we had hostility, we wouldn't be able to do anything to you at all.'
Zhou Mo focused on his food and asked without looking up: "What's your view on the place where you live?"
A flash of confusion appeared in Fury's eyes. Living, not working? On the place where he lived? Thinking of the apartment he stayed in, Fury naturally had no particular view. What view could one have of a place to stay? Living comfortably was the only requirement.
As if suddenly realizing something, Fury's mouth opened slightly. Then, his professional discipline made him close it again, the tension and vigilance in his eyes not fading.
Stark asked another question with a smile: "What are your views on your two girlfriends? I mean Gwen and Wanda."
Zhou Mo looked up and said something excitedly. Starkfrowned and pricked up his ears, but could hear nothing. His mouth stuffed with food, Zhou Mo could only make garbled sounds.
After listening for a few seconds without hearing any information, Stark sighed: "Zhou Mo, listen, I also have no hostility, I just..."
"Gulp!" Swallowing all the food in one go, Zhou Mo said: "I'm listening!"
Strangely sensing that Zhou Mo seemed a bit angry, Stark was startled and quickly changed the subject: "I have some good news for you, Zhou Mo. We successfully created the first Nanotech armor."
"Next, Nanotech can be put into commercial use! In other words, Zhou Mo, you are about to become a tycoon just like me!"
Seeing Zhou Mo show a joyful smile, Stark breathed a sigh of relief internally. Lowering his head, he exchanged a look with Fury, and both saw the relaxation and surprise in each other's eyes. While Zhou Mo was focused on eating, the two privately passed a phone back and forth.
After typing a line of words, Fury quietly handed it to Stark: "Zhou Mo is an extremely complex person, like a contradiction."
Stark's reply was very simple: "Yes."
The brief conversation ended, and Stark straightened his back again. Looking at the focused, eating Zhou Mo, Starkfelt the best word was only 'complex'.
Zhou Mo loved money, almost to the point of being a miser, and the wealth he had accumulated was already a significant figure. But Stark had never seen Zhou Mospend heavily; his purpose for making money wasn't for debauchery or a life of luxury, but seemed purely for... making money.
Zhou Mo was also somewhat afraid of death; when faced with the Ancient One's pursuit, he hid for some days. But when faced with the danger of his two girlfriends, he was unafraid of life and death, standing up time and again to face the terror.
Aside from complex, Stark couldn't find a more fitting adjective for Zhou Mo, and he couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart, "Humans are truly complex and multi-dimensional contradictions."
Before long, Zhou Mo finished off the food, wiped his mouth, stood up, and walked out of the house. The moment his step left the door, starting from the sole of his foot, Zhou Mo's body began to switch to Superman X. The moment his foot hit the ground, the switch was complete.
Following with his gaze and seeing this scene, Starkstood up in surprise, his eyes wide. Could Zhou Mo really be going to destroy the Universe?!!
With fear that couldn't be hidden in his voice, Stark said blankly: "Zhou Mo, what are you doing?"
Looking at the night sky, Superman X smiled: "Killing the last enemy, OAA." With that, Superman X soared into the air.
Stark, who had quickly followed out, looked up. Through his helmet, he saw that high in the sky, Superman X was standing in front of a blonde man. And that blonde man... was actually the one Friday mentioned a few hours ago who was trending?!
Looking at the blonde man suspended high in the sky, Stark's jaw almost dropped!
"Shit! Could it be... he really is God, Jesus?..."
Chapter 141 OAA: A God? What a Weak Superman X!
The answer was already more than obvious; Stark had never seen any cosplayer who could fly! And most importantly!
Ancient One!
Stark actually saw Ancient One beside the blonde man! Although her youth had greatly changed Ancient One's appearance, that face and those eyes were things Starkwould never mistake! It was Ancient One!
"She's not dead? Or... was she resurrected by this 'God'?" Looking back at OAA, Stark got goosebumps: "He also has the ability to resurrect people?!"
In mid-air, Superman X and OAA looked at each other calmly. Ancient One hovered behind OAA, her originally calm eyes showing a faint smile, her chin slightly raised. Looking at Superman X, she let out a cold laugh in her heart: "Heh, now, the error can finally be fixed."
...In Deep Space, this scene appeared in the magicprojection. Odin's mouth hung open in shock as memories of The Living Tribunal and Ancient One walking together surfaced in his mind, finally settling on the image of Ancient One crossing the Universe.
"So, the person Ancient One went to find was him?" Odinblinked blankly and rapidly, a chill creeping up his back that made his hair stand on end: "Wait! Is he the assistant The Living Tribunal guided Ancient One to?!"
After thinking, with a silent cry of shock, Odin broke into a cold sweat: "The Living Tribunal thinks he is even stronger than himself?!"
As if his soul had been snatched away, Odin's legs went weak, and he gradually lost control of his body. Mainly, he couldn't imagine it—The Living Tribunal was the Supreme God! How could there be an existence even stronger than him?!
Because of OAA's appearance, whether it was Odinoutside or Stark, Fury, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents on the scene, everyone's nerves were taut, not daring to breathe. The familiar appearance combined with the ability to fly made even these mortal S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents feel a clear tremor in their souls.
Soon, an Agent turned his head urgently, anxiety written all over his face: "No, guys! Do you think he's really Jesus?"
"Impossible! Jesus is a fictional character from religious books. Fuck! As professional Agents, don't you believe in science instead of religion?"
"Dammit! Then how do you explain him flying? Man! He! Is! Flying!"
The Agents' discussion almost turned into an argument. Stark couldn't help but sigh inwardly that there was a reason why the U.S. has so many cults; even these professional Agents were directly intimidated. The religious atmosphere was simply too thick.
Then, Stark frowned, intense confusion evident in his eyes. He wasn't sure if this was really a prank; after all, for New York, the appearance of a flying Mutant wasn't rare.
But if it was really just that, why would Zhou Mo enter his Superman X form right away? Facing a flying Mutant, he had plenty of ways to deal with it.
In her triumph, Ancient One heard the discussion from the Agents below and looked over. With one glance, she saw Stark's confusion and couldn't help but smile, saying loudly: "He is not the Jesus you know. However..."
Ancient One paused and looked at OAA, her smile becoming so smooth she could breathe easily: "In terms of ability alone, the Supreme One is not much different from Jesus."
Hearing this, Stark's body suddenly tensed. Abilities similar to Jesus? Jesus, in religious records, was the Triune God! This blonde man possessed the power of God?
Thinking of The Living Tribunal, Stark was half-skeptical. The Agents also quietly breathed a sigh of relief; as long as it wasn't the real Jesus, it was fine. Otherwise, if they, a group of Christian believers, were asked to fight God, many Agents felt they would defect on the spot.
"Do you know why he has come?" Ancient One asked triumphantly.
Fury responded with a cold sneer; from beginning to end, he hadn't believed a single word Ancient One said: "Do you think we care?"
Pulling back her smile, Ancient One's tone became heavier: "No! Nick Fury, you definitely care!" Pointing at Superman X, Ancient One's emotions showed signs of excitement: "Because his very existence is an error!"
Speaking from the depths of her heart, Ancient Onebecame completely agitated: "Everything I do is not for bloodlust, but only to fix the error! This is my duty! I have always been fulfilling it!"
Fury, who had been observing in secret, could understand this, but the Agents were baffled. Stark, on the other hand, was tired of hearing it. He removed his helmet, which flew to him, picked his ear, and expertly finished Ancient One's next words: "So you found someone to kill Zhou Mo, and then you want to erase all traces of his existence, right?"
Hearing this, Stark saw Ancient One very slowly pull back her smile, and then a cold grin suddenly exploded on that young face: "No, I will imprison his soul until it withers away."
Ancient One's inner emotions were surging, but her voice was very soft. Stark, however, didn't understand what she was talking about at all. He looked away to watch OAA and complained in his heart: "Assuming this Fake Jesus has already successfully killed Zhou Mo, the person is dead, so why bother imprisoning his soul? It's redundant."
These words that Stark couldn't understand reached Odin's ears, and he widened his eyes in shock, taking a deep breath.
"Zhou Mo cannot be killed?!" Waves of shock rose in his heart as Odin stared at Superman X's figure. As a sorcerer, he understood the other layer of meaning in Ancient One's words.
That was, in the Superman X state, even if Zhou Mo died, his soul would still be alive! It could not be erased like his body!
"How is this possible!" Odin's pupils trembled: "Even a Supreme One stronger than The Living Tribunal cannot erase Zhou Mo's soul?"
Subconsciously, Zhou Mo's Shadow ability came to Odin's mind, and he muttered to himself: "Is it related to that?"
...Stark saw that Superman X and OAA were still staring at each other. After so long, neither of them showed any intention of saying a word, which made him extremely puzzled. He couldn't help but complain: "By the way, aren't you supposed to just erase Zhou Mo with a single thought?"
Stark imitated a sorcerer, drawing circles with both hands: "Just like a truly powerful person would."
While jokingly complaining, Stark saw a news helicopterapproaching in the distance. Friday confirmed it was a news helicopter. He couldn't help but twitch his eye and look over with a dark face: "Still not sleeping at four in the morning? These reporters are more dedicated than I am."
"Presumably, they must have followed the Fake Jesushere." Withdrawing his gaze, Stark guessed the answer.
OAA spoke with a faint smile: "Because I cannot do that. To put it in terms that Tony Stark can understand, I am an antivirus software, and this friend Zhou Mo is a virus. Hmm, if you don't like that term, you can use 'bug' instead."
Stark frowned, completely unable to understand. He could understand that computer software needs a process to kill a virus, but how did Zhou Mo become a virus or a bug? Turning his attention to Superman X, Stark wanted an answer.
Superman X waved his hand, and a cell phone appeared out of thin air. He lowered his head and started fiddling with it.
"What are you... doing?" Stark asked curiously.
Superman X said huffily: "I'm tagging Safe New York and the New York Cyber Police. Someone here is defaming me!"
"..."
Intentionally or not, Stark's emotions were dissipated by this sentence. He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like this was all just a farce. Just as he was about to remind Zhou Mo to quickly subdue this uninvited guest who was impersonating Jesus, his gaze couldn't help but linger for a few more moments on Ancient One next to OAA.
At the same time, sensing unease, his brow furrowed again.
The triumphant smile on Ancient One's face made Starkfeel that something was wrong. Even though the fight hadn't started yet, that smile made him feel as if the Fake Jesus brought by Ancient One had already won.
"This doesn't make sense. Ancient One has clearly seen Superman X's strength, so why is she still so confident?" Stark's brain quickly reviewed the situation.
"If it's because of Superman X's weakness... that's not right either. In moments of crisis, Superman X can temporarily ignore his own weaknesses." The more he thought, the tighter Stark's brow furrowed, and a chill erupted from the soles of his feet, crawling up his spine to his brain.
"Why is that?"
At this moment, OAA smiled again and spoke softly: "In Earth's language, I have finished scanning you, the bug, and can now proceed with the fix."
The phone in his hand instantly disappeared, and Superman X said with a smile: "In the words of you Creation Gods, I am also prepared and will begin to erase you."
Widening his eyes, Stark hurriedly turned his head to look. It's starting?!
Deep Space. His nerves were taut to the limit. Just a moment before they were about to snap, Odin's emotions instantly vanished, and he blinked blankly.
"It seems to be this familiar routine again." With a silent sigh in his heart, Odin smiled: "Next, this Supreme Onewill take the advantage, the Supreme One will be about to kill Zhou Mo, and then Zhou Mo will give his victory speech, right? Hehehe."
"Why am I getting all worked up over this kind of plot again?"
Along with this internal self-mockery, Odin had just lowered his head with a bored smile when the content he caught out of the corner of his eye made his heart...
Stop!
Odin's terrified eyes widened to their maximum. He saw the Supreme One actually... Superman X... ah?!"
Chapter 142 Superman X: Damn, you didn't think I had a hidden card? Error Superman X, activate!
Odin saw that as the blond man faced Superman X from a distance, he slammed his palm down through the air.
Instantly! As if space itself were shattering, dense cracks filled the area around Superman X's body. The cracks glowed with light, resembling strings of Incantations. In just a flash, as Odin watched, the number of cracks surged again!
A large number of them appeared above Superman X, while the other end pressed tightly against his head and shoulders, radiating out like a fan towards the sky! At a glance, it looked as if the blond man were crushing Superman X with the laws of the entire World!
And to this, Odin clearly saw Superman X's expression turn solemn... He felt the pressure?! Odin's mouth hung wide open.
He knew, having witnessed Superman X in a similar situation against The Living Tribunal, that even The Living Tribunal's mountain-like and sea-like attacks failed to touch the surface of Superman X's skin! Now, with just a downward press of the blond man's hand, Superman Xcouldn't move?
No matter how the situation developed next, Odin felt that the shock brought by this scene was something he could never forget! It was even beyond his imagination!
"WTF? Superman X is actually being suppressed?! In this World, there actually exists a being that can suppress Superman X?!" Odin was terrified, feeling that each of these two points was more frightening than the last... Regardless of whether Odin in the distance could see clearly, Stark saw distinctly that what lit up within those dense cracks were not magic Incantations, but the programming numbers he was familiar with. The numbers were simple, just rapidly flipping 0s and 1s.
"This fits my understanding of the World; the World is composed of science." After muttering these words while still shaken, Stark looked at the blond man with a pale face, and his heart twitched.
"It's not by magic; he is manipulating the rules of the entire World to erase Zhou Mo..." Stark blinked blankly, desperately wishing he had gone mad. It wasn't that he couldn't imagine it, or that he couldn't understand it, but that he couldn't accept it!
Whether it was Zhou Mo's Superman X, or the previous Celestials or The Living Tribunal, what they did was either distort all Universes or protect the balance of the Universe. But this Fake Jesus who had appeared was directly and skillfully using the underlying code of the World's rules to carry out the erasure of Zhou Mo?!
Realizing this, Stark's eyes widened and his heart pounded wildly, thinking he must be insane!
Compared to this ability, Zhou Mo's previous Electric Lizard, Energon King Kong, and Clock King were simply nothing! Because this was no longer like using cheats in a game; this was the game developer personally stepping in and modifying the game data at will!
His terrified and panicked gaze turned to Superman Xagain, and Stark was shocked beyond measure: "How the hell... can he win this!"
It seemed that the Superman X who was currently suppressed and unable to move was the same as the Superman X who stood motionless when his weakness was revealed. But Stark understood that this was only in appearance.
In a truly life-or-death crisis, whether it was Selina or Berikas, they would hand over control to Zhou Mo. This Fake Jesus, who aimed to wipe out Zhou Mo, was coming straight for him!
At a time like this, the possibility that a weakness was keeping Superman X from moving could be directly ruled out. That left only one answer: Superman X was being suppressed by the Fake Jesus until he couldn't move!
Staring wide-eyed in shock, all color had drained from Stark's face. Feelings of helplessness and despair surged one after another, and as he watched everything with a blank mind, Stark's eyes suddenly felt like they wanted to tear up.
Before, his ultimate goal was to protect Earth from foreign powers. Now, Stark discovered that, let alone his cherished Earth, in the eyes of truly terrifying beings, the entire Universe they inhabited was worthless and expendable!
It was as if the negative emotions of the entire Earth were weighing down on Stark's shoulders alone. Stark didn't know how he could protect Earth if such a being intended to threaten it.
In sharp contrast to Stark's emotions, the Ancient Onewas extremely smug, the winner's smile on her face reaching its peak.
The outside World didn't know, but she knew that the reason OAA had waited until now to act after descending to Earth wasn't because he enjoyed playing around or was wary of Zhou Mo, but because he was performing an operation similar to reading the opponent's underlying code.
And now, just as OAA had said before, his preparations were complete, and Zhou Mo would be erased. This was something even his Superman X could not change.
Those dense and numerous rules seemed disordered and random, but in reality, they were like targeted medicine; every single one was a killing move aimed at Zhou Mo! Even just one would cause Zhou Mo to lose a trivial but permanent small function, like a robot with a glitched program.
At this moment, the power of the rules was like a mountain or a raging sea, dense and endless! The Ancient One didn't see how OAA could possibly lose!
Watching Superman X, the Ancient One gave a cold snort in her heart: "If the supreme OAA fails, then I'll just accept it!"
The moment those words fell, a few glints of malice appeared in the Ancient One's eyes as she stared at Superman X. Also, as she had just said, Zhou Mo's physical body would be erased, but his soul could survive under OAA. Even OAA didn't know why that was.
But the answer had already been discussed by them: OAA would seal Zhou Mo's soul and give it to the Ancient One for safekeeping. And the Ancient One would turn Zhou Mo's soul into a magical artifacts and give it to Stephen as a source of magic energy to help him become the most powerful Sorcerer Supreme. She herself would continue toward the death she was meant to embrace.
As for whether the magical artifacts made from Zhou Mo's soul would lose control and attack Stephen after her death—for example, by roaring and going on a rampage to kill Stephen because it couldn't endure the pain of endless imprisonment—the Ancient One was certain this could never happen, because this was a seal from OAA.
Forget Stephen, even an eight-year-old child could leisurely hold onto it for a long time. Of course, when all this happened, all traces of Zhou Mo's existence would have vanished from the World.
The scene of Zhou Mo's soul letting out painful roars due to the torture of the seal surfaced in her mind. The Ancient One's already smiling lips curled up further, and she let out a long breath, muttering to herself, "This can be considered compensation for the earths guardian."
Ten or so seconds passed, and in Fury's eyes, the bodies of Superman X and the Fake Jesus fell into a state of stillness again, motionless. If it weren't for the faint golden light constantly flickering within those numerous cracks, Fury might have thought the entire World had stopped along with his own heartbeat.
Glancing at the newspaper helicopter hovering not far away, Fury breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and asked, "Can we confirm the identities of these journalists?"
Several elite Agents beside him were looking down at their phones, their voices trembling: "It's a small media outlet."
"A small media outlet?" Fury snatched the phone away and looked for himself. Why would a small media outlet make his elite Agents so afraid?
The moment he looked, Fury couldn't help but gasp. What the elite Agents were scrolling through were not images, but a chat box. The content in the chat box was scrolling so fast that if the screen wasn't locked, the naked eye couldn't even see what they were posting!
And one of the comments was exactly why Fury gasped.
"Great Jesus, my all-knowing and all-powerful Lord! Kill this yellow monkey!" After seeing it, Fury quickly performed the same operation as the elite Agents, pressing the screen to get a general look at the comments in the livestream.
"There is only one Lord we serve, and that is the supreme Jesus!"
"Hahaha, he should have been killed long ago. This is the United States, a free nation established by white Christian males!"
The comments were illogical but highly emotional. The vast majority of the content could be summed up in one sentence: they hoped this blond man who looked like Jesus could kill Zhou Mo.
Of course, there was no shortage of people labeled as "Baizuo" who were using objective arguments and accusations of racial discrimination to rebut the crowd. However, the proportion of such content was almost negligible.
Unable to watch any longer, Fury turned off the phone and put it in his pocket, looking at Superman X with deep concern.
Those extreme comments in the livestream didn't state the reason why they said those things, but Fury could figure it out even with his brain turned off. In short, Zhou Mo was an Easterner.
To be more specific, the girlfriend of this man from an Eastern country was a hero in the eyes of the American people, the typical white, blonde, beautiful teenage girl, Spider-Gwen. And another hero in their eyes, Iron ManStark, chose to be friends with Zhou Mo, and in the Nanotech announced by Stark Industries, it was specifically mentioned that the technology came from Zhou Mo.
To be even more specific, Zhou Mo had, more than once, like his ancestor Zhang Heng, defeated alien invaders and protected Earth. Among them, the one protected the most times was precisely the United States.
Zhou Mo, who had done all this, might be a hero and a savior in the eyes of others. But in the eyes of a portion of white people on this American soil, the shock it brought even exceeded the actual destruction of New York or Earth!
In today's international environment, Fury didn't have to do anything for the angry insults and slurs of those people to surface in his ears. In fact, that was exactly how they were cursing.
"How can Zhou Mo, this Easterner, be in a relationship with our white blonde girl?! We white males are the strongest and most superior race in the World! It's only normal for women from other countries to like us; women of our race liking men from other countries, especially Asians? This is fundamentally unacceptable!"
"How can the one saving our U.S. be a Chinese man from Asia?! The one who saves the World can only be us Americans, and specifically American white males!"
"Ching-chong! Have you forgotten how we looted your country before? If we want to, we'll do it again! We'll grab your pigtails and kick your heads hard!"
When Friday broadcasted these comments to Stark in an AI voice, Stark was stunned, stunned for a long, long time.
He had thought about the reasons the World hated Zhou Mo. Perhaps it was like himself, fearing Zhou Mo's unchecked power. Perhaps it was big shots resenting Zhou Mo for not listening to them, or being unable to use Zhou Mo as a sample to create a powerful Mutant army.
Stark had even thought of things like resenting the rich!
But what he never expected was... race?
A hero who had saved New York and Earth more than once, suffering such overwhelming hatred just because of a different race?
Stark thought about it and felt that if he were an Easterner, and in the current situation, a white person from the U.S. had saved his country time and again, was openly in a relationship with the most famous Eastern teenage girl, and had received the favor of a local tech star and billionaire...
Then he might also find it a bit hard to accept. But, but no matter what, it shouldn't reach the point of wanting to kill the other person!
The Fake Jesus!
Instantly, Stark thought of the key: it was this Fake Jesuswho had ignited the resentment in their hearts, causing it to increase geometrically!
In the eyes of these followers, even Jesus had come to kill Zhou Mo! So what kind of reaction they would have—couldn't that be figured out with one's brain turned off?
His perception overturned once again, Stark stared blankly at Superman X, his mind in turmoil and his heart as cold as stone: "So the current situation is that the whole country wants Zhou Mo to die...?"
A voice from deep within his heart then called out: "I don't want him to die."
Stark snapped out of it, his gaze becoming firm: "Yes, I don't want him to die!"
The firm gaze turned to hesitation in the next second: "But... what can I do?"
As soon as the question arose, Stark's mind raced, and a sudden flash of inspiration hit him: "That's right! Didn't Zhou Mo just say that he had preparations too?!"
In the next moment, as if in response, Stark saw the corners of Superman X's mouth curl up slightly into a smile.
"Since you all want me to die, then, clumsy watch, you step down."
"Everything from here on, I'll leave to..."
"The Error Watch!"
"Error Superman X, release the evil in your heart!"
Chapter 143: Error Superman X: "Are you ready to die, OAA?"
As Superman X's lips curled up, the rule fissures vanished instantly. At the same time, the Superman X form was deactivated, revealing Zhou Mo's face, which was beaming with a brilliant smile.
Seeing this, Stark was stunned, and Ancient One was overjoyed.
At this moment, whether Zhou Mo actively or passively deactivated the Superman X form was no longer important. OAA's attacks were all targeted; if he could suppress Superman X once, he could suppress him a second time!
It wasn't just that the dawn of victory was in sight—Ancient One had already seen victory directly!
Staring at Zhou Mo, OAA had an indescribably strange look on his face, clearly indicating his attention was elsewhere: "It seems you intend to surrender. It is your right to choose to end all of this proactively."
Allowing himself to willingly seek death? Zhou Mocorrected him sternly: "Wrong! After I finish dealing with you, I plan to go back and feast on daokou roast chickenand drink two delicious bowls of pepper soup!"
...Gwen, watching the live broadcast, felt her eye muscles twitch. I beg you, Zhou Mo! Can you stop thinking about your daokou roast chicken and pepper soup? He is trying to kill you!
Gwen was somewhat flustered by this, but not completely panicked. Recalling what happened earlier, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the scene of resolving those underground monsters reappeared before her.
"After killing them, a brief but strange feeling flashed through my mind. Now, when Zhou Mo deactivated the Superman X state, that feeling flashed through my mind again."
"This seems related to Zhou Mo?" Gwen's eyes were puzzled, wanting to understand what it was. "Or perhaps, is it related to those underground monsters?"
The surprise this caused inadvertently reassured Gwensomewhat. Regardless, one thing was certain: the source of that strange feeling came from Zhou Mo. Coupled with the fact that Zhou Mo could still joke around like a madman, Gwen believed Zhou Mo likely had a backup plan.
Odin in Deep Space was not so optimistic. He suddenly recalled OAA from his memory fragments—a conversation he had long ago with another terrifying existence.
The other party also didn't know what OAA was, only using phrases like 'possibly the supreme Creator God' to describe him. Odin didn't believe it, and since the speaker lacked confidence, Odin had merely listened and dismissed it at the time.
Now, it seemed this blonde man was very likely the legendary OAA! Odin's expression changed significantly. This was no joke or lighthearted banter; there was no room for maneuver. This time, he believed Zhou Mo was truly going to die!
Putting everything else aside, if OAA could suppress Zhou Mo's strongest form, Superman X, once, he could suppress him a second or third time! Superman X might have broken free from OAA's rule power this moment, but!
How many times could he break free? OAA had no concept of exhaustion, because all existing beings in all Universes were likely created by him! He wielded the power of rules as easily as humans create the air they breathe—at will!
"Ancient One has seen almost all of Zhou Mo's abilities, and OAA definitely knows them too..." Odin's mind worked frantically, substituting for Zhou Mo, trying to arrange combinations of abilities, but even the strongest combination couldn't stand up to OAA.
Odin's pupils dilated: "Zhou Mo, it looks like you really are going to die this time!"
..."Kach—Bang—"
A car drove up from nowhere, slammed on the brakes, and stopped. An old White man stepped out, grabbed a can of Beer, and forcefully hurled it at Zhou Mo, shouting angrily: "Die, you beast! No one can challenge my Lord!"
The can barely grazed Zhou Mo's back before falling to the ground, causing absolutely no damage, yet it still made Stark tremble with fear and glare furiously.
Aren't you just adding fuel to the Fire, you bastard?!
And where the hell did you come from?
The power of the people might be great. Thanks to the extremely viral online spread, nearby residents rushed over in their cars, using the flashing golden rule power as their coordinates. After Stark finished cursing, he saw car after car approaching the location.
Stark was dumbfounded! Such fanaticism? The Crusades?!
Not a single bit of harm was inflicted, but verbal abuse came from behind. Zhou Mo lowered his chin, his expression darkening.
Ancient One looked on, pleased, and said smugly: "See? This is the price of changing the timeline. You could have lived well here, but you—" OAA raised his hand, cutting her off, and said: "I bear you no ill will; I am merely fulfilling my duty. I have no desire to torment you."
"Your actions deserve a dignified departure. Instead of being insulted here, come with me, and we will end this in Outer Space."
Finally, OAA added calmly: "You know that I understand all your abilities. You cannot defeat me."
A scene floated in Ancient One's mind: OAA killing Zhou Mo in Outer Space, and she subsequently obtaining his imprisoned soul. She glanced at OAA and closed her mouth with a smile.
"Undoubtedly, he knows what I want to do, but he hasn't stopped me. This must count as tacit approval to some extent."
"No." Raising his head, Zhou Mo's lips curled up again: "I will not leave. I will kill you and all these people, and continue to stay right here."
Hearing this, OAA closed his mouth, his eyes becoming sharp, showing no intention of further communication. The atmosphere instantly returned to one of solemnity and tension.
The murderous intent washed over Stark's face, leaving him stunned. "If I heard correctly, Zhou Mo just said he would kill all these people too...?"
Turning sharply to look at the approaching crowd, Stark's heart exploded instantly. Was the thing he feared most about to happen?! Was Zhou Mo losing control and going berserk?!
The reason was obvious: this group of fanatics—no, thugs!—had enraged Zhou Mo! Stark flew toward them furiously: "All of you, stop right now!"
"Bang!" A shotgun blast hit the Nanotech Armor.
"You son of a bitch, Stark, you betrayed our God! I won't allow anyone to obstruct my Lord!"
Following the shout, the old White man fired another shot. The blast hit the helmet, and Stark turned his head, gritting his teeth, suddenly overcome by a fierce urge to kill.
For a Fake Jesus, you want to trigger the consequence of Superman X losing control?! It was Zhou Mo who saved the World time and again! And... you think you can change the tide of battle with a broken gun?
Stark certainly couldn't commit murder. Suppressing his inner impulse, he quickly flew over, blocking a bullet aimed at Zhou Mo's back.
In just these few breaths, more and more people arrived. With no mercy, they emptied their magazines at Zhou Mo, utilizing their 'ancestral skill.' The curses and gunshots almost drowned out the area, and Stark flew rapidly, desperately shielding Zhou Mo.
Fury glanced sideways and saw that even a few Agents were infected by the emotion, subtly reaching for their sidearms. He bit his lip anxiously. Zhou Mo had touched both racial and religious landmines, and Fury didn't know how to handle it.
He could certainly shout sternly at these Agents to drop their weapons, but could his words restrain the entire United States?
...The point that caused Fury despair was, in Ancient One's view, not a problem at all. Because when OAAerased Zhou Mo, all this would vanish. And that moment was about to happen!
Perhaps due to the presence of humans, OAA's voice held a trace more warmth: "As you can see, the time for the end has arrived."
The next second, OAA didn't even wave his hand. Numerous light clusters flew out of Zhou Mo's body. Each cluster carried one of Zhou Mo's abilities. The most conspicuous among them was Superman X.
Odin watched, his body tensing, his scalp tingling with fear: "Forcibly stripping Zhou Mo of all his abilities? If this isn't OAA, who else could it be?!"
Ancient One watched, first beaming with delight because all of Zhou Mo's abilities had been stripped away. Then, thinking of Stephen, a thread of greed emerged in her eyes: "If I can give these abilities to Stephen, he will become the best Guardian."
Stark, turning his head to see this scene, lost all color in his face, replaced only by trembling, terrified eyes. He was horrified by Zhou Mo losing all his abilities, and he also saw the bullet speeding toward the back of Zhou Mo's head.
He couldn't block this bullet... there wasn't enough time!
Zhou Mo, going to be killed by a single bullet?!
The next second, the bullet accurately struck the back of Zhou Mo's head.
"Bang."
But as if hitting steel, the bullet compressed into a small, flat piece.
A familiar, pitch-black figure entered Stark's vision, turning his terror into stupefaction.
"Superman X? Wasn't Zhou Mo's Superman X ability stripped away?" Stark quickly checked, and indeed, it was gone.
And that was the truth, because the one who appeared here was not Superman X, but Error Superman X.
As the clusters of abilities flew back into his body, Error Superman X raised his hand: "You read me, and I have completed reading you."
"Now, OAA, prepare to die!"