Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 297 Miguel's Troublesome Situation

Chapter 296 Miguel's Troublesome Situation

Universe 2099.

Miguel had no choice but to passively invite the man in front of him to go back with him, along with Gwen beside him.

After all, he now has a very deep relationship with his "father" —

Uh, the damage to communication.

In most cases nowadays, it's best to give them some time to think things over.

Miguel led the way, standing with Gwen on the elevator that was traveling straight up in reverse.

The elevator operates in a way that is completely contrary to common sense—it doesn't go up, but down, yet people stand on the "ceiling," and as the elevator moves, the entire city's scenery slowly sweeps past overhead.

Miguel's feet were firmly planted on the metal floor, his hands were behind his back, his back was straight, and his dark red eyes stared straight ahead, expressionless.

Beside him, with his feet firmly glued to the floor like Spider-Man, was someone else.

Hanlu stood on the elevator with her hands in her pockets, looking as relaxed as if she were riding a sightseeing cable car.

His gaze swept casually over the buildings that passed overhead—or rather, beneath his feet—a half-smile playing on his lips.

Wow—

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Gwen pressed herself against the glass wall in amazement. Her nose was almost touching the transparent glass, made of some unknown material, and her breath condensed into a small patch of mist on the glass surface.

Her eyes were wide open, her pupils reflecting the countless transparent glass buildings that filled the sky outside—

Skyscrapers are no longer jungles of steel and concrete, but are pieced together from countless huge, translucent glass panels that emit a soft glow, like countless cut gems inlaid on the earth.

Green grass covered every possible space—plants grew on rooftops, balconies, and even vertical walls, with vines cascading down like green waterfalls.

In the distance, a massive railway line winds its way up to the sky, like a silver dragon coiled around the city's tallest tower.

A maglev train is traveling upwards along the tracks at an extremely high speed, leaving a pale blue trail of light in the air.

"A city of the future—" Gwen's lips parted slightly, letting out a heartfelt exclamation, "How magnificent."

Hanlu turned her head to look at her and smiled.

"The city of the future," he said, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the weather today. "It's awesome."

Because of his own existence, the moment he came into this world, he instinctively threw a cocoon of imaginary numbers into it.

When this cocoon takes root and sprouts on the moon, the resulting improvement will undoubtedly be explosive.

To be honest, compared to a typical modern timeline like the main universe, the technological creations brought about by future timelines are actually much more powerful.

Therefore, it stands out in the imaginary space, which in turn drives its own power in a unique way.

Compared to other universes—

At most, it would be the peak state of the Heavenly Father—

In this universe, he was able to directly elevate himself to the single-unit level.

That's pretty good.

Take advantage of the version update.

I'm in a good mood during the Cold Dew season.

The curve of his lips was slightly wider than before, and there was a hint of light in his eyes.

With a troubled expression, Miguel led the guys behind him into his proud Spider Squad, or rather, Spider Brigade.

He stood before a massive, futuristic-looking metal door and took a deep breath.

He pressed a sensor on the door, and the door first emitted a low hum, then slowly slid open to the left and right.

The moment the door was fully opened—

Countless Spider-Men filled everyone's field of vision in an astonishing number.

Various kinds.

There are men and women, old and young, and you don't even need to care about species.

Some Spider-Men wear classic blue and red bodysuits, some wear futuristic streamlined armor, and some are even cavemen wearing only underwear with spider patterns painted on their bodies.

There's a Spider-Man hanging upside down on the ceiling eating a donut, a Spider-Man crouching in a corner knitting a sweater with his webs, two Spider-Men arguing about whose web is stickier, and another Spider-Man—no, that's not a human, it's a Tyrannosaurus Rex clumsily trying to stick a spider mark on its back with its two short forelegs.

Wow!

Gwen's voice rang out again, this time with the excitement a child has when entering an amusement park for the first time.

Her head turned this way and that, as if it had a universal joint, and there weren't enough eyes to take it all in.

"No need to be surprised, young lady." Hanlu patted Gwen's shoulder, the gesture as natural as if she were comforting a child. "This is all normal."

Then, like a host, he was the first to step inside.

Completely ignored, Miguel stood there, both angry and furious.

His palms opened slightly, then closed slightly, as if he were clenching something, or as if he were convincing himself to let go.

Unfortunately, he originally wanted to use his long-standing leadership authority to suppress the other party's arrogance.

But to his surprise, the other party slapped him so hard he was completely disoriented.

Ah, it's a kind of spiritual disorientation.

After being given something similar to Doctor Strange's "Great Reversal of Heaven and Earth," Miguel breathed heavily, his chest heaving, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His body remained in the same place, and even though a second had passed, it was only a second.

What he experienced in that one second, only he himself knows.

A barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashed in his dark red eyes. He fully understood the terrifying strength of the man before him.

"You can wander around here," Miguel said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain the composure expected of a leader, "but please don't arbitrarily disrupt the original story of each universe."

"Relax." Hanlu turned around and waved at him, her posture so casual it was as if to say, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." "I know your job—managing the multiverse, making sure that Spider-Man and his villains in each universe stay in their respective universes."

He turned around and continued talking as he walked forward, his voice not loud, but every word clearly reached Miguel's ears.

"Don't worry, I have my own mission. For example, a certain multiverse deity, the Beholder, is wandering around in various universes."

My other clones are chasing after his clones. Once we find its main body, we'll destroy it completely.

Then I can finally free up my hands to help you patch up the holes.

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Uh.

Ok.

Miguel found it hard to believe the truth of what Hanlu had said. Of course, regarding that so-called "Eye Demon"...

He certainly knew the multiverse psychopath.

After all, this thing also torments many Spider-Men.

Or rather, because of Spider-Man's unique position, they naturally come into contact with all sorts of supervillains.

He had, of course, seen the loud explosion that had reverberated through the multiverse not long ago, and of course, it was detected by a machine.

The energy fluctuations were so great that his alarm system went off continuously for three days and three nights, and the numbers on the screen were dancing wildly.

He just knew that the thing had little to do with him.

Unlike now, they suddenly showed up at our door.

Moreover, compared to the other party's grand multiverse project, his own now seems petty and insignificant.

After all, it would be absurd if Kingpin's single particle collision experiment caused holes to appear all over the multiverse.

How could the other side possibly interfere with so many multiverses?

In fact, Kingpin's initial explosion was just a trigger.

In countless universes, various Kingpins have made the same plan, but many of them have been thwarted by Spider-Man—

That was the original script.

However, something unexpected happened in this universe, which led to the emergence of a despicable black brat.

Add to that the two multiverse deities who then started fighting and killing each other all over the universe, and instead of patching up the hole, it just kept getting bigger and bigger, and there were more and more of them.

It completely made me depressed.

Miguel actually wanted to yell something like, "This has to do with you too," but he had no choice but to pin the current truth on that black kid.