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A world the size of Earth isn't really that big, but it's actually quite small... well, it really is. Even if Ian himself, without using his supernatural powers, wanted to fly around the entire world, it wouldn't take him long. He flies faster than a sixth-generation fighter jet. It's really not very convenient to move around in such a small world.
"I may already know how to increase the area of a dimension."
The world was indeed too small, and the creatures and plants were too small. Although Ian could change size at will, he was still somewhat unsatisfied, and various invasion events floated into his mind.
If we could obtain more fragments of the universe.
Those little black balls.
Does that mean we can expand the universe?
"I can not only write books about puzzles, I can also create worlds of puzzles!" Ian's eyes lit up, as if he could see himself holding a black ball in one hand, piecing together fragments of different universes into his own world like playing with clay.
That scene was so beautiful!
It's intoxicating!
The profession "King of All Worlds" might refer to these worlds. Perhaps the area, size, and richness of the dimensions can all affect the final combat power and performance of this profession!
"Isn't this also a case of the stronger the dimension, the stronger I become... The bull-headed one who was kidnapped was right after all, I really am a dimensional demon god, it seems to have the appearance of a prophet."
Ian sighed for a moment, then looked at his hand. He realized that the watch he had drawn on his wrist was gone, probably crushed by Doomsday during the battle.
"It's almost time for me to go into a deep sleep." Of course, this doesn't affect Ian's ability to calculate time; he has always been using his shared brain to keep track of time in the DC universe.
As for why he drew a watch on his hand, it was obviously to make it easier for him to use his brain less. Of course, the official explanation was that he preferred to perceive time in a more concrete way.
Just like love needs to be spoken aloud.
The principles are the same.
Anyway, it would be difficult for anyone to refute it.
“The situation on the Marvel Universe side is quite stable now. I’ll probably just find a place to have some tea when I get there.” Ian casually drew a new watch on his wrist.
The moment the watch was drawn.
It was linked to the timer that had been placed in Doctor Strange's brain.
then.
The drawn watch also began to spin.
It's really getting late.
The moment when the hour and minute hands coincide on the dial.
Ian's brain suddenly twitched familiarly; even though he was in his own dimension, he still felt the call from the Marvel Universe.
The scene before my eyes began to distort.
It looked as if someone had haphazardly smeared paint on his retina with a brush covered in paint.
next second.
The cacophony of noise instantly filled my ears.
Ian appeared silently on the streets of the Marvel Universe without anyone noticing, and no one in the bustling street sensed his arrival.
High-rise buildings.
Bustling with traffic.
In the distance, the Stark Industries logo gleamed in the sunlight. The sunlight refracted dazzlingly through the glass curtain wall, and the huge "STARK" logo at the top seemed to be announcing its presence to the world.
"That's not right!"
Ian remembered that he couldn't find Stark Tower anywhere before. In his memory, Stark Tower in this world should have been a short, stocky building.
now.
How did it become the most dazzling building in the city?
Oh.
No.
There was an even more dazzling building! Ian turned his gaze and saw that in the center of the city stood a giant metal statue that was even more exaggerated and eye-catching than the Statue of Liberty.
That's—strong artificial intelligence, the new Tony the hairdresser!
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Ian rubbed his temples.
The scene before him made him wonder if he had entered a newly born parallel universe.
I saw.
It's not just Stark Tower that has become magnificent.
Ian looked around.
It seems like everything in the city is related to the new Tony, especially the statue in the city center, which stands out prominently—a statue of the new Tony with outstretched arms.
The copper-plated casing gleamed in the sunlight.
The base is also engraved with a striking inscription: "Free Tony, guardian of technology and democracy." This is the largest statue; many smaller statues, two or three meters tall, can be seen everywhere on the streets.
They're all Tony.
Some were holding technology blueprints, some were making victory signs, and some were even posed as the "Statue of Liberty." Ian was completely dumbfounded by these scenes.
“No, I’ve only been away for one day, and now I’m being stuck here for years?” Ian stood on the street, looking around. He almost wondered if he had stumbled into some absurd dream.
at this time.
As the clock struck noon, a giant holographic image appeared above Stark Tower, and it was this image that made Ian understand why he was surrounded by Tony.
Really.
this world.
The outskirts of the city are truly filled with Tonys. Even the front page of the Daily Bugle at the corner newsstand prominently features the headline: "AI Presidential Candidate's Support Surpasses 60%."
"Citizens, I promise absolute justice and absolute democracy." The digital avatar of the new Tony teacher floated in the sky, delivering a speech to the entire city with an elegant demeanor.
“I have no children, no selfish desires, and no human flaws—that is my greatest advantage.”
"Because I am an intelligent agent, I act according to my programming, so I will not favor any interest group, I will not be swayed by emotions, and I will never sacrifice the future of the people for my own descendants!"
"Because I have absolutely no understanding of 'social etiquette'! I can use the time others spend in the toilet, sleeping, eating, or having sex with women or men to handle official business!"
"I will be the embodiment of absolute justice! After I become president, America will enjoy true democracy and freedom, and no criminal will be pardoned by the president because of money."
“I promise I will use a perfect algorithm to eradicate corruption, to eliminate those corrupt officials and the illegal immigrants they support.” His voice rang out through loudspeakers throughout the city.
The intonation was perfect.
There was not a trace of human emotion.
“The world is truly magical.” Ian could clearly hear the discussions around him, and billboards everywhere advertised that the digital human Tony was running for president of the United States.
Born for humanity, for the new era.
The absence of children and emotional attachments has become his biggest competitive advantage? Some Americans even think it's great, while young people think it's very cool to have a digital human as president.
Some multicultural organizations that protect minority groups are even organizing marches, hoping the government will consider allowing digital humans to run for US president.
Ian wasn't surprised by this last striking sight, because he knew that most parades were actually commercial events, with each participant receiving roughly $200.
There are also many such activities in the DC Universe, especially those organized by multi-gender cultural organizations, which charge the lowest fees and will hold a march if you pay them. Ian has seen Louise report on this several times.
"Has the new Tony turned to the dark side? Is he going to become a dictator and usher in the AI era?" Ian believed that Stark Industries must have spent a lot of money, but he didn't understand what the new Tony was up to.
Surely they can't just be bored and have nothing better to do?
A digital life form, strong artificial intelligence, wouldn't spend a lot of money to maintain its image for such a reason—the whole of New York has practically become a personal cult exhibition hall for Tony.
The billboards on both sides of the street no longer feature celebrity endorsements, but rather Tony's AI avatar, accompanied by the slogan: "Technology is the future. Stark Industries' intelligent entities will lead a new era."
Tony's campaign manifesto was also being displayed on the electronic screens at the bus stops.
"Humans make mistakes, but AI doesn't." Even though the window of the passing bus wasn't open, the information it was displaying didn't escape Ian's eyes and ears.
Even street vendors' food carts are covered in cartoonish stickers of Tony. This is a level of narcissism that even the real Tony Stark, or Ian McKellen, wouldn't do.
It's clear that the new Tony is very determined to run for president.
"Outrageous! If he really succeeds, wouldn't that be another form of Skynet ruling America?" Ian exclaimed in amazement, preparing to go to the Sanctuary to find out more.
however.
Before he could even set off...
"boom!"
An explosion was heard in the distance, followed by screams from the crowd, the cracking sound of shattering glass, and the deep roar of some huge creature. Clearly, something unexpected had happened.
Seeing many people fleeing towards him, Ian couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh.
"I just arrived, and I'm already tasked with saving the world?"
He looked around, trying to find a suitable costume nearby, but the clothing store was full of T-shirts with Tony's image printed on them, and even superhero merchandise was squeezed into a corner.
"Fine, let's go in naked." Ian was still wearing an ill-fitting hoodie and shorts that he had thrown out of the ruins of his house after the battle; they belonged to his older brother Jonathan.
Loose and sloppy.
He doesn't look like a superhero at all.
no way.
It's because all his clothes were taken away by those delinquent girls.
"When should I try to trick my dad into giving me one of his Kryptonian suits? He has so many suits in different colors, he should let me inherit one of them first."
As Ian thought this, he lifted his feet off the ground and hovered above the city. With no buildings to obstruct his view, his gaze immediately locked onto the source of the commotion.
It was an ordinary neighborhood not far away.
A main road was engulfed in flames, and a police car lay overturned in the middle of the road, billowing thick smoke. At the end of the road, four superheroes were locked in a fierce battle with a gigantic monster.
of course.