Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 84 This is so cool, which man can refuse his own Uncle Zangetsu?
The progress of world fusion has not been completed yet, but Mason fell first.
This sudden incident threw the entire laboratory into chaos, with even the cosmic tuning fork left unattended. When engineer Mason called out the first aid technician and other clones in the chaotic scene, Dr. Reed performed the duties of a doctor.
Under his command, Black Bolt picked up Mason, and Old Wolf roughly cleared the table next to him where various tools were piled. Various instruments were thrown out from the suitcase factory, and a simple operating room was set up in just a few seconds.
"I knew it! I knew it! Something was going to happen."
Mason, an emergency technician in a white coat, was preparing for surgery while speaking to the other clones:
"I sensed something was wrong before, but he insisted on completing this task despite his already sick body. We all underestimated the growth rate of that thing. Judging from the current state of the main body, it is estimated that it will be dragged into nothingness."
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me whether you can cure it or not. If you can't, then who can? Tell me someone's name so we can go and tie him up."
Forger Mason scolded:
"If you need any other tools, just tell me now. We are all free now and can help you."
"That was a confrontation that took place on a spiritual level. There is little we can do in the material world, but we must ensure that his body is not contaminated by void energy."
The paramedic professionally put on medical gloves and took over the command of the clones. It was obvious that he had been preparing for this situation since they separated, so there was no confusion in the process at this time.
"Alchemists, prepare the energy purification potion immediately. We need to completely clear out the energy of millions of stars remaining in the main body! For the same reason, enchanters and inscriptionists also immediately began to prepare a large-scale dispelling array.
The jeweler should hurry up and cut out a soul gem, it will be useful later."
The first aid technician put on his bag and walked towards the main body surrounded by a group of clones, and said casually:
"The remaining people without tasks will help others. The tailor will serve as my assistant. I will conduct a deep examination on the subject to see if there are any lesions in the organs. This process requires surgery.
You will be responsible for the stitching.
Finally, don't gather here, the patient needs a ventilated environment."
Under his drive, the group of clones dispersed. When seeing Harley holding Mason's hand and crying, the paramedic also sighed, thinking that if this was not handled properly, there would be another sad little widow in the new world.
"Take Harley away, so she won't be sad and scream again."
The paramedic said to Quinn, whose eyes were red but who was still able to control her emotions:
"Her staying here will interfere with my surgery."
"Um."
Quinn glanced at Mason who was completely unconscious. She gritted her teeth, stepped forward and roughly grabbed the crying Quinn and walked out the door. Harley dragged her on the ground as if she was parting with her life and death, stretched out her hand and called her little sweetheart's name, and gritted her teeth and threatened the paramedic:
"If you can't save my little sweetheart, I'm going to give you to..."
"Snap"
Her mouth was covered, and Quinn said expressionlessly:
"The doctor-patient conflict is already tense enough, so don't add to the chaos. If they can't save little sweetheart, they'll die. Don't worry, they won't mess around."
When Harley was dragged out of the house by Quinn, she saw Ciri lying at the door looking inside. The Hunter was also very confused, but because of Mephisto, she couldn't get close to Mason.
"don’t worry."
Quinn whispered:
"It's a spiritual problem. Even if the worst happens, sweetheart won't die."
"Woo woo woo"
Harley was so sad that she threw herself into Ciri's arms and said in tears:
"Take me with you... woooo... let's go catch one... woooo, catch a wild Professor X and bring him back to cure my sweetheart... woooo..."
"Where can we catch them in this chaotic situation?"
Ciri knew that Harley was already confused, so she helplessly reached out and patted her shoulder to comfort her, and explained:
"The outside world is shrouded in the resonant frequency of the cosmic tuning fork. If we go out, we will be sent to other dimensions to avoid the ongoing world fusion. Be good and don't cause him any trouble now.
Mason will be fine.
I believe him!
He hasn’t finished what he wants to do yet, and he will never fall here, although this statement is a bit idealistic…”
The hunter touched the devil head logo on her wrist, and glanced at the ring on Harley's finger. She said sourly:
"He still owes me a promise... Uh, that's not what I meant. Don't think too much about it. He promised to overthrow Mephisto's tyranny, disband the Star Society and give us freedom."
"You don't have to explain."
Quinn shook her head, looking at the bed standing upright under the cosmic tuning fork and the busy figures around it. She held the necklace ring hanging on her chest, put her hand on the sobbing Harley's head, and whispered:
"Now, none of what you said above is important."
…
"Ah, I knew it!"
Mason sat on the broken stone at the entrance of Crime Alley, slapping his cheek with a frown. When he was knocked down by Harry just now, his eyes went dark and he realized that something was going to happen.
As a result, the mental vortex that suddenly appeared in his mind absorbed his consciousness and threw it into this unknown ghost place before he could react.
This is clearly a spiritual illusion.
From the car parked at the intersection and the dark alley in front of him where gunshots were heard, he knew that he had returned to the night of his rebirth.
Perhaps it is a space built in memory, or it may be a cage trap specially prepared for oneself. The owner has not shown up yet, but the only thing that is certain is that everything here is not under one's control.
“Although it’s terrible, I actually guessed that this situation would occur when I injected the Golden Sentinel serum, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
It seems that possessing a void is a hurdle that all those who attempt to become sentinels cannot avoid."
Mason stood up, stretched his body, and casually pinched dancing water splashes around his fingers to form a constantly changing body of water. He then felt around his waist and successfully pulled out the Ragnarok pistol, loading it with a click.
This isn't reality, but it simulates it very closely.
Mason's abilities are not restricted, and he can still exert his full strength here, which gives Mason a slight sense of security.
He walked forward into the black alley intending to check the area, but after only a few steps he discovered that the road ahead was blocked.
This thing is actually an "air wall". The guy who created this damn place must have been lazy and just took the texture from Mason's memory without really spending time carving this space for the two parties to meet.
There is no craftsmanship at all!
Mason complained, turned around and shouted to the sky:
"Hey, you wanted to see me, so I came here. Why don't you show up? Are you planning to trap me here forever so that you can go out and do evil under my identity?"
"Shua"
The world in Mason's eyes changed in an instant, as if the world had changed completely, and everything was turned upside down .
Mason suddenly found himself on the Wayne Tower in Gotham City, but in reverse orientation with the ground above and the sky below, and he was standing on the plane of the building that had been rotated 90 degrees.
With the light flickering in the sky below his feet, Mason could look up and see the bustling scene of Gotham City above his head. This scene was very similar to the picture when the mirror dimension was activated. Every existence here was arbitrarily folded by the controller of this space, like a surreal world that completely violated the laws of physics.
"I thought I would need more time to take shape, but your spiritual world is more active than I could imagine."
A cold and low voice sounded from behind Mason, and he said to Mason with a calm and eloquent voice:
“It is so active that it does not seem like the thinking of a person born in a dark era of disaster, and it is so vast that even an entire parallel universe of disaster cannot contain its splendor.
Many people are curious about what led you to this miracle, but I guess I won’t tell this secret to anyone else.
A secret that only you know and must be kept buried deep in your heart.
Hmm, an outsider...what a magical answer."
"You know a lot."
Mason's face darkened and he turned to look at the mysterious guy behind him.
As a result, when the captain saw the other party's figure, he couldn't hold it anymore.
The latter was wearing a black windbreaker, the back of which almost merged with the shadows, like a cloak large enough to cover the world.
The collar of his windbreaker was tied high, giving him a cool yet childish look. He had his hands behind his back, and his face was exactly the same as Mason's, but with dark eyes and purple eyes. His hair, longer than Mason's, was flying in the wind.
If you add that untidy look with a scruffy beard, this would be the classic image of Uncle Zangetsu.
"You've even seen this?"
Mason said in a strange tone:
"Do you think this image will make me feel closer to you?"
"Although you try hard to appear angry, you are definitely less hostile."
The "Void Mason" in front of him shrugged, and his tone no longer imitated the vicissitudes and low voice of Uncle Zangetsu, but returned to the young voice of Mason.
He said:
"Isn't this a good thing for you? You see, the fact that I joke with you means that I have my own emotions, and the fact that I don't shout for war and killing as soon as I appear means that you can talk to me and find out my bottom line and purpose, so as to reach some kind of agreement between us.
Although my appearance in this way will not make you regard me as a friend, at least you will no longer be wary of my existence as you would be of a world-destroying demon.
Okay, let me introduce myself. You guessed it right, I was born at the moment when you drank the million-star potion and connected with the void plane.
A special spiritual entity formed from the resonance of pure darkness and the darkness in the mind.
Just like the sentinel and the nothingness in his heart, they can be said to be two sides of the same coin, or they can be said to be the symbolic manifestation of bad nature.
Look at me, Mason.
If you look at me, you will understand that you are not as sunny and kind as you think you are. The darkness in your heart is no less than that of others, or even more.
You're just more hypocritical than the rest.
It's like a pathological perfectionist who prefers to maintain his image in the eyes of others and uses it as a constraint to not let go of the evil spirit in his heart.
But you and I both know that this isn’t the first time I’ve appeared.
I existed before I was actually 'born.'"
"Okay, that's a terrible self-introduction of yours."
Mason glanced at the pistol in his hand and put it back into the weapon slot on his waist. He waved his hand and ejected a pack of cigarettes, took one for himself, glanced at the empty Mason in front of him, and said:
"Do you want it?"
"No, that stuff is harmful to your health."
Void Mason maintained his pretentious posture with his hands behind his back, shook his head and said:
"I stay away from anything that is harmful to health. Well, just like the reminder that rings in your heart every time, don't stay up late, don't smoke, don't hurt Harley, don't interfere in Ciri's life casually...
But you haven't listened to your heart's warnings for a single time, and in that sense you're a self-indulgent bastard."
"Whatever you say."
Mason took out the Star Devourer lighter and lit the cigarette. As the smoke rose, he looked at the nothingness in front of him and said:
"Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Of course, it is to fulfill the mission I was born for. I will drag a self-important and kind guy into the darkness and drown him, wash away his unreasonable arrogance, inject some more radical thoughts into his body, and then release the transformed world-destroying demon back into the material world."
Nothingness replied casually:
"Press the parallel world system you just saved back to where it should be. That is the chaos that should be presented by a universe heading towards doomsday where you have never been born.
Have you ever heard of this saying?
When the Sentinel was born, the will of the universe sensed the burning force that destroyed the balance, so it generated a dark mind and put it into the Sentinel's thinking as a balance.
I tell you, this rumor is true.
Your actions have affected the balance of this universe, which was not perfect at birth, so I appeared."
"etc!"
Mason suddenly raised his hand, looked into the void, and asked:
"What do you mean by 'incomplete at birth'?"
"Is that even a question?"
Nothingness curled his lips and said:
"In which normal universe do you think there would be so many parallel worlds at the same time? It's like a honeycomb-like bubble structure, with each parallel world being a bubble squeezed into the main universe.
At the beginning, they were born continuously until they reached the limit that the universe could accommodate, and then they entered into a brutal fight for existence.
Such a structure certainly cannot allow the universe to exist and grow healthily, so its destruction was doomed from the moment it was born.
This is a sick, freakish universe, Mason.
And what you're stuck with is trying to cure a guy who was born with a chronic disease.
You did a good job, but it's not right.
The right thing to do is to let it end its miserable life in the ever-increasing tremors and try to give birth to a healthy cosmic system in the next era.
Impact is just a form of accelerated change, this is the will of the universe.
But you rebelled against it.
You can't go on, so it sent me to stop you."
These words silenced Mason.
It was as ridiculous as you were trying to save a patient, the treatment was effective but the patient no longer wanted to live. However, a few seconds later, when Mason looked up, there was a very subtle expression on his face.
He stared at the empty Mason in front of him and said in a long voice:
“So, it, or what you call the cosmic will, knows that if I am allowed to continue, this deformed universe that should have been destroyed may survive, and this is not in line with its own plan.
Another implication of it sensing a threat is...
I did it right!
My method works!
As long as I keep moving forward like this, sooner or later I will be able to complete the incomplete universe, thereby replacing that crazy guy who has always wanted to destroy himself and becoming the real subject of this universe, right?
I am right.
I’m doing the right thing…”
"No, you are wrong!"
Mason Void realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. His face suddenly darkened and he said:
"The will of the universe does not allow the new life you expect! You must stop! You are a rude outsider who casually interferes with other people's "family affairs"!"
"What else?"
Mason snorted, threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out.
He drew his pistol and asked:
"What if I don't want to stop? Will you beat me? Or kill me? If I die, you will die too! And once a life is created, survival becomes an instinct.
If you were really so fearless as to want to obey the so-called will of the universe, you wouldn't have to say so much to me.
Look, we are now in an awkward situation.
None of us want to die.”
"So I created this world for you..."
Mason the Void laughed, as cunningly as a fox that had stolen the cause, and he opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world, and said:
"This will be your new home, Mason. It's your Gotham, your world. Stay here and enjoy everything you want.
If you just nod, I'll throw in all the people you want around you, Harley, Quinn, and Ciri, or more, like those aunts you admire but can only admire because of ethics or something.
You have a unique taste ...
In short, in exchange.
Your body, your life, I want both!"
