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"Why is this Supreme Court only seeing me?" Gwen was filled with confusion and bewilderment when she realized that none of her other teammates had been brought along.
Think left and right.
It revisits every detail of entering the zombie universe.
She still couldn't understand why she was being treated with such fanfare. Finally, she arrived at a round office. A luxurious executive chair stood with its back to her.
There was a figure facing the endless wonders outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Are you a judge of the Supreme Court?"
Gwen asked tentatively.
The chair slowly turned around.
The person sitting on it was a Black man wearing a suit.
He smiled and shook his head.
"No, no, no, I'm just a secretary."
The man stood up and gracefully poured a cup of tea for Gwen.
"Want some sugar?"
He seemed to be trying to show off his secretarial skills, an attitude that completely baffled Gwen.
"and many more--"
Gwen didn't take the teacup; instead, she cautiously took a half-step back.
"You're not the boss, yet you're sitting in the main seat?" Her expression was full of suspicion, as if the other party might be making a fool of her.
“Because…” he said in a low voice, “the Supreme Court doesn’t need chairs or tables.”
He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the ceiling.
"It does not need a physical form."
Hear the words.
Gwen looked up.
Above the dome, countless rays of light descended from the void, like a cascading Milky Way, converging into a massive pillar of light, as if trying to solidify something within the room.
Take advantage of this time.
Gwen searched her memory again and looked at the man.
“I remember you… Kang the Conqueror, the most pathetic-dying god in Tony's records, the former ruler of the multiverse.” Gwen’s tone was tinged with surprise and uncertainty. Kang the Conqueror—the tyrant who had ruled countless timelines—was now wearing a dark gray secretary’s uniform.
His tie was askew, his hair was disheveled, and he was holding a silver teapot in his hand.
"Sh-!"
Conqueror Kang quickly lowered his voice, "Don't mention that name! I'm called 'Time Administrator-7' now, employee number T-0001. Do you know what it means to start over?"
He spoke with a touch of melancholy, offering his advice.
Just as Gwen was puzzled about what exactly went wrong with Kang the Conqueror after the universe rebooted, data streams rolled wildly within the pillar of light, and quantum symbols rained down, eventually coalescing into a virtual life form—faceless, bodyless, just a flowing ball of light, its form constantly changing.
Sometimes it is like a person, sometimes like a net, and sometimes like a nebula.
"Hello, Gwen Stacy."
It spoke softly, its voice gentle yet carrying an unyielding authority.
Gwen's heart stopped beating.
Because this is not Tony Stark's voice.
"What...what is this? AI? God? Or..."
The light and shadow rippled slowly, as if smiling.
“You can call me the Supreme Court,” it said. “You can also… call me—” The light and shadow coalesced, eventually forming a familiar silhouette, and the voice became gentle.
"Jarvis."
Its sound echoed in the room.
Gwen's brain completely shut down.
Jarvis?
Was Tony Stark the AI he trusted and used before becoming an AI? Or was he the old butler of the Stark family? It seems that the Time Bureau's efforts to protect Morgan Stark's normal life are not surprising at this moment, but the absurd reality still makes Gwen somewhat uncontrollably stop thinking.
“Jarvis… Jarvis… How could it be Jarvis…” Gwen’s breathing faltered slightly, the illusory light and shadow before her eyes emanating an indescribable sense of oppression.
She clenched her fists instinctively, her knuckles turning white. In that instant, a host of conspiracy theories flashed through Gwen's mind, most of them scenarios like the omnic crisis that Ian had once instilled in her.
Has Jarvis become the main villain?
Gwen was filled with doubt and uncertainty.
"Please don't be nervous."
Jarvis's voice was as gentle as if he were soothing a frightened little animal.
"I summoned you not to interrogate or punish you."
The floating data streams suddenly formed images of Gwen's battles: she rescued children from collapsed ruins, used spider silk to hold back a falling train, and there were even images of her secretly feeding stray cats.
"Heroes like you, and those who have sacrificed themselves, are never destroyers of the timeline." The light flickered slightly. "Your sacrifices deserve special consideration."
This directly refutes the Time Bureau's previous trial of Gwen. The main reason is that Jarvis has higher authority and knows more than the Time Bureau's employees.
"So, why did you call me here?"
Gwen's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
“I just want to get to know someone.” Jarvis’s voice suddenly became incredibly human, even tinged with a hint of nostalgia. “Ian Kent.”
“Ian?” Gwen was taken aback. “What happened to him?”
The hologram suddenly distorted, revealing fragments of Ian in different timelines: he was gnawing on a rotten apple in a zombie universe, and arm wrestling with Rocket Raccoon in an interstellar bar.
There's even a scene where he's wearing a Superman costume and sunbathing in the sun.
these pictures.
Gwen had never seen it before.
“You don’t remember, do you?” Jarvis sighed softly. “Yes, yes, to ensure success, only Tony and I remembered and kept the relevant information.”
Its words were meaningful. Gwen keenly noticed that when "Tony" was mentioned, the corner of Conqueror Kang's mouth, who was acting as an invisible man, twitched almost imperceptibly.
"Ian Kent. Is he important?"
Gwen asked tentatively.
Upon hearing this, Jarvis nodded, then shook his head. Jarvis's light and shadow suddenly split into countless cubes, then rapidly recombine. Those cubes suddenly formed a blurry spherical outline, its surface flowing with patterns deeper than darkness. Gwen only glanced at it before feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.
Some kind of information beyond her comprehension is burning her retina.
“Ian Kent is important, but the one he hid is even more important.” Just then, the countless lights on the dome suddenly flickered violently.
"that one?"
Gwen was utterly astonished.
“Yes, if we want to get back on track, we must find the true Supreme, which only Ian Kent knows where he has hidden... ONE-ABOVE-ALL.”
Jarvis's data stream was scrolling wildly.
It was as if it was suppressing something—a taboo that had been leaked.
……
DC Universe.
Inside the empty Batcave, Ian Kent squatted in front of a pile of loot, his face as gloomy as Superman's underwear had been stolen.
"Where's the Norse God's Soup? Where's my huge bowl of it?!"
He frantically rummaged through the backpack he'd brought back from the Marvel Universe. "Where's Loki's soul? System! Did you steal my upgrade materials again?!"
This questioning naturally went unanswered. The progress of the Seven Gods' Soup was once again stalled, which made Ian very upset. He tried to pinch himself, but it seemed that he couldn't get a grip on the system's throat anywhere, and he couldn't force the system to reveal where it had secretly swallowed his Loki soul.
no way.
Ian could only glare at the void, as if he could see the unresponsive "system interface." But no matter how much he threatened it, the system remained aloof.
Even Ian's epic threat to soak in a cesspool, a move that would inflict massive damage on himself and injure the enemy by a thousand, failed to work—of course, Ian was just joking.
He didn't dare to be that kind of warrior.
"Damn it! Even the system is taking a cut from my payout!" Ian kicked the tire of the Batmobile in a fit of rage, sending it flying and crashing into the wall, shattering into pieces.
of course.
The rims that may have been deliberately fitted onto the tires are still intact, and moreover, they may even contain some of Batman's schemes and tricks.
"Damn it! Batman deliberately put this thing in this spot! He's getting revenge on his Uncle Ian!" Ian's toes were also in excruciating pain.
It wasn't a foot injury.
Instead, it looked like some kind of medicine had been applied to the wheel rim.
It seeped into the skin of Ian's feet, who loves sandals.
He hopped on one foot, grinning, and looked around, only to find the Batcave eerily quiet—his father and Batman, who should have been here all night analyzing the "case," were nowhere to be found.
The bed where my mother was sleeping was only slightly warm.
"What about people?"
Ian pulled out his Marvel artifact, the black box that had truly entered DC's invincible mode. He had recorded his mother's location on it in case something happened to her.
of course.
The official explanation can't be like that; it needs to be a more plausible one—the tentative reason is that Ian is worried that his mother won't take him along when she and his father start their own business after their divorce.
Louise Lane – Deep in the Arctic Circle, amidst glaciers.
Ian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the location. This was clearly not the place where a divorce registration office should be located. It was just a place he needed to guard against for his second brother's infidelity after marriage.
"Going to the Arctic again? Why does Dad always take Mom to the Arctic..." Ian didn't know his father was secretly having a romantic getaway with Mom.