Marvel World Runaway

"Doctor, when will my son wake up?" Tony looked at Debbie lying motionless on the bed, sighed, and asked next to him.

"Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, but I can't give you an accurate time. Your son's physical condition is no different from normal people. From some aspects, he doesn't look like a six or seven-year-old child at all, even Better than some adults." The middle-aged doctor had a slightly regretful expression on his face, but he was also quite excited in the second half of the sentence.

To be honest, he has never seen that child's physical condition so good. After various tests, he concluded that this child's physical condition is better than that of ordinary adults, even compared to those who have undergone a long-term The trained soldiers are not bad at all.

But why this child fell into a coma, he had no clue at all, and those red eyes made him somewhat puzzled, what disease this child had, or something wrong.

"Is that so?" Tony squeezed his chin and pondered. It seemed that the situation was similar to last time, but this time Debbie didn't appear to be bleeding, and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. also said that they didn't have any effect last time. The method directly woke up Debbie, but Debbie woke up suddenly and without warning.

Although Tony felt a little distressed when he heard the answer at the beginning, but after thinking about it, Debbie may not have any major problems, and it is very likely that he will wake up this time.

"Okay, doctor, I'm going to trouble you recently." Tony looked at the middle-aged doctor and said sincerely, although he was a little arrogant and arrogant, but these things only happened to those he didn't know. people there.

"Don't worry, he's definitely fine." Pei Bo beside Tony said softly, looking at Debbie lying on the bed, his expression was very worried, but he glanced at Tony next to him, but still didn't show it. What.

"Boss, don't worry, the little guy is definitely fine. When I came to see the little guy last time, he seemed to be practicing some strange movements." Standing behind Tony, Hogan also comforted him. Hogan followed Tony's professional dog legs in college, and Hogan knew very well that although his boss's little thoughts were usually a little cold, he was still very worried about Debbie.

"What did you say? What did he practice?" Upon hearing Hogan's words, Tony suddenly turned his head and stared at Hogan and asked, although he had already decided not to think about the shitty things for the time being.

But after hearing Hogan's words now, Tony felt that this might be a possibility, and it was not certain.

"Uh,...it seems to be kung fu...I don't know too well." Hogan looked at Tony's very nervous expression, and felt a little bit annoyed. Why did he talk about it.

When he saw Debbie at the beginning, he didn't feel that the thing Debbie practiced was important. He might have learned it while watching a movie or something.

So Hogan didn't pay too much attention to it, and didn't even ask Debbie what the movements were practicing. He said it this time just to comfort Tony.

Who knows, Tony seems to be very concerned about this matter, and Hogan doesn't understand, but in the end Hogan attributed Tony's current behavior to being too worried about Debbie.

"Do you remember what kind of movement it is?" Tony was a little confused when Hogan said that he didn't know. A six or seven-year-old child is practicing a kind of kung fu, so who taught this kung fu?

"Boss, I think you should not worry about the comparison. I think the little guy just learned it after watching the movie. You also know that he had a good relationship with those Chinese before." Hogan curled his lips and said, How could he remember those things? Besides, he didn't specifically remember them, he just glanced at them by chance.

No matter how much the family worried about Debbie, at this moment, Debbie was still in his consciousness space and saw something very special.

In the empty space of consciousness, an upside-down inverted gold floats in the air. Under the pyramid is a pool of blood, which keeps rolling. Debbie stands in front of the pool of blood, quietly looking ahead, motionless, as if Like a statue.

Countless magical tadpoles are swimming in front of Debbie, like living things. Debbie has observed these tadpoles here for a long time, and he discovered one thing, that is, in the space of consciousness, the The tadpole text will run around.

Like a fish entering water, this is the third time he has entered this space of consciousness. When he entered before, he did not have those strange tadpole writings on his body, so he has never seen such a thing.

"Come over here." Debbie yelled at the tadpole texts, and the tadpole texts that were wandering in the air before the moment lined up in rows and floated towards Debbie in an orderly manner.

"You're really obedient." Debbie said with a sigh after watching those tadpole texts float to her body one by one and fell silent again.

Although he doesn't know what kind of effect these tadpole texts have, but at least he is obedient, and now he doesn't know how to get out of this consciousness space.

"Two choices, either jump into the blood pool again, or engrave a name on the top of the pyramid, but both are uncomfortable enough." Debbie tilted his head and looked at the huge pyramid, thinking a little bit tangled.

That's right, he can only think of these two methods for the time being, because the previous two experiences made him somewhat reluctant to enjoy that torture again.

So I have been hesitating until now, and I haven't dared to make a decision, whether to engrave the name of the newcomer on the pyramid, enjoy the pain of tearing the soul, or go back to the blood pool to experience the torture of the body being reorganized.

"It's really hard to choose..." Debbie pouted, and said helplessly. To be honest, he didn't want to choose these two choices, no matter which one made people feel that life would be worse than death.

And he still doesn't know whether his outer body is still there. He clearly remembers that when Deadpool threw a grenade, he could clearly feel the heat and shock waves generated by the explosion. To be honest, He really didn't have the confidence to survive that kind of explosion.

Another point, he didn't even know, if he died outside, would he still be able to enter this consciousness space? What if he couldn't get out because his body was destroyed after enjoying that kind of torture again?

You know, this is not like before, at home, at school, when there is no danger, but this time, I really came in when I was about to die.

"I don't know how long it's been. Is it really okay to not sleep for so long? Eh..." Debbie suddenly remembered that he hadn't slept since he entered the space of consciousness.

I don't know, is it because there is no concept of time in the conscious space, or because I am only a conscious body now, and I don't need to sleep at all, so I don't feel tired.

"Blood pool? Pyramid?" Debbie wrestled with her fingers, thinking about which one to choose.

In the case of the Pyramid, there may still be a new subordinate, the case of the Blood Pool. . . .Nothing.

Anyway, Debbie didn't feel any benefits after entering the blood pool last time. Anyway, the pain was almost the same, so of course he had to choose one with benefits.

This would make Debbie somewhat inclined to choose to engrave a name on the pyramid. Of course, if the level is too low, it may not be possible. Now his spiritual power is no longer as fragile as when he first came to this world.

If the mental power was 1 at that time, then it is at least three now, and the tenth floor is probably not good enough. Should I try the eighth floor directly?But to be honest, he doesn't know what the benefits of having a higher level are.

Although Zeratul's level is higher than that of Believer and Master Yoda, the difference between them is not particularly large, and Zeratul's strength is not at its heyday.

In particular, although Zeratul has invisibility and the psionic master's blade, he does not have the ability to manipulate the psionic energy of the void. He can perceive it, but he cannot cultivate it, so Debbie did not notice the difference in level at all.

"Eh? What's that?" Suddenly Debby lowered his head and saw two small things floating on the pool of blood.

Take a closer look, there is a thing that looks like a pineapple, and a miniature version of the star spirit mothership.

"Could it be? But the devil fruit I made is useless at all... that small electric arc... is not much different from the one on a disposable lighter. By the way, it should be considered as blood." Let's give birth to the pool." Suddenly, Debbie remembered the skills he had practiced before and the blood-red long sword that could change its shape.

These two seem to be the benefits he got after entering the blood pool last time, but he has never done this star spirit mothership.

"Could this be the mothership that Zeratul was talking about?" Looking at the miniature version of the star spirit mothership that was not as big as a palm, Debbie's expression suddenly became very strange.

This nima is so big that it is useful, but the size of the consciousness space. . . .It's really hard to say.

The devil fruit floating on the blood pool was also much smaller than the one he made, about one-tenth the size of the one he made.

Debbie stretched out her hand towards the two things and shouted, "Come here."

But those two things didn't seem to be very obedient, and they didn't respond at all, which made Debbie a little embarrassed.

No, it can’t be like this, try other tricks?Debbie was a little tangled thinking that he was really struggling to understand what was going on with his consciousness space.

Fortunately, the pyramid side is relatively simple, nothing more than a level difference problem.

The blood pool is even more painful, and it doesn't seem to have any practical effect at all. Although the prison suppression and blood bathing may be benefits obtained from the blood pool, he has no idea about this.

"Forget it... let's just get a novice and forget it." Debbie pouted, looking at the two gadgets floating above the pool of blood, he stopped thinking about it.