American Comics: The Matrix

Chapter 510 A Good Person Has Eight Children

Winter Soldier and Venom agent advanced against the cold wind.

Venom was still babbling, advising Lightning not to get involved in this mess.

Lightning, of course, wouldn't listen: "Shut up, I'm Bant's good rice!"

They were indeed good friends during high school, and fortunately, Bant helped them during the period when they suddenly lost their memory.

Now that Bant is facing a problem, he's determined to step up.

But their limbs were instantly frozen stiff.

Although Bant's Ice Ghost did not absorb the Ice Box, he had mastered it for a long time and was also influenced by it, making his freezing ability extremely powerful.

He couldn't turn an entire planet into an extremely cold world, but freezing a single mine was certainly within his capabilities.

"Get out of the way and let me come!"

Peter took the lead and snapped a picture of his watch.

"Flame Man!"

In an instant, a skinny flame man, reminiscent of Tennyson's version, appeared.

"Peter, you fire-man are so lame!" Harry couldn't help but complain.

It looks like a greyhound, without any volcanoes on its shoulders.

However, the temperature is not bad.

He raised his arm, releasing the heat of the flames that melted the ice and snow inside the mine.

"Thank you, it's much warmer now."

Connors thawed out of the ice, his body went limp, and he returned to his original form.

"Fire beats ice, anyone who's played Pokémon knows that." Peter dashed forward, shooting towards Bant like a fiery meteor.

"Alright, Xiao Ban, it's time to let your cousin win this time!"

Between the flame man's hands, an extremely hot fireball condensed, resembling a star.

"Supernova——"

"clang!"

A slender finger gracefully extended and gently touched Peter's chest.

"--combustion?"

Peter paused, the flames on his body extinguished in an instant, leaving only the watch screen flashing.

Snapped!
Losing the power of the flames, he braked face-first onto the ground, landing hard on his stomach.

"Wait, you never said you could deprogram my watch!"

Peter covered his head and screamed.

Then, the Ice Ghost grabbed the shimmering replica watch with its backhand, and with a slight twist of its wrist, the watch, which was said to be impossible to remove, simply fell off.

"You seem to have forgotten that I created the copy sheet myself?"

Bant responded in a hoarse voice.

“Then I don’t know you either—wait, are you talking to me? Are you Ben?” Peter jumped up in surprise.

"if not?"

Bant gritted his teeth and pressed his hand to his stomach: "You've disturbed my meal, you idiots."

“But Luma said that your mind should be controlled by the genes of the Ice Ghost.”

“I was under control, but have you forgotten that I have other consciousness?” Bant said.

The unregistered class has now disappeared.

But the super move is still there.

The moment Bant's consciousness was controlled by the Ice Ghost gene, Super Kill awakened his own consciousness.

"Can this still happen?"

"Jinchūriki cannot be controlled by genjutsu. Haven't you watched Naruto?"

Peter shook his head: "I'm a tech geek, not an anime geek."

"Then why did you eat so much vibranium?"

"The body needs it, otherwise, what else can you do but abort the child?" Bant retorted.

Although he was conscious, the maternal instinct of the Ice Ghosts' reproduction still temporarily affected him.

"But it's almost done now."

He said hoarsely.

At the same time, he opened his mouth, and his chest and abdomen began to slowly undulate, like Piccolo spitting out an egg, something rising up down his esophagus. "Glug—"

One

"Gulu——"

Two

……

In the blink of an eye, eight young blue moths hovered in the air like tiny insects.

Their wings and heads are very large, but their bodies are very small.

They buzzed around their "mother," the little one.

"Wow."

Peter slumped to the ground and said, "Should I insincerely praise them as cute?"

In reality, these little guys are like moths the size of babies, which gives you goosebumps.

“By Nakfugeian standards of beauty, they are all adorable and strong,” Bant said.

With a slight wave of his hand, eight tiny ice phantoms spread their wings and flew into space.

Why did they leave?

Peter was dumbfounded: "Ben, abandoning a baby is illegal!"

"They will leave after birth; this is how the Nakfuji people reproduce. Don't worry, if they are strong enough, we will meet again in eighty years."

Just like a catfish.

Those little Nakfuge aliens remember where they were born, and after they grow up, they migrate back here to give birth to their offspring again.

It sounds both romantic and terrifying.

T'Challa, in particular, was completely terrified.

"You mean, eighty years from now, eight icy phantoms will come and eat my vibranium?"

Omg!

Is it too late for me to move with vibranium?
"Don't worry, their teeth can't handle vibranium. Just prepare some alloy."

Although Bant fed these children vibranium, which strengthened their physique to some extent, it wasn't enough for them to indiscriminately consume vibranium.

Bant is the most perfect.

Reproduction is not gene replication; unless his offspring mutate, it is difficult for them to surpass him.

"That's good."

T'Challa was finally relieved.

“Go back, the Heavenly Craftsmen will compensate you for your losses,” Bant said.

He now has a vast and powerful empire, ruling over most of the civilizations in the universe. What is a little vibranium in Wakanda compared to that?
"Alright, let's go back."

……

Reggidomon.

The Ancient One was in a good mood because she had gained an excellent disciple for free.

She plucked the pile of scattered talismans from the evil witch's body, replaced them with a mysterious ring, and transformed into a welder, standing in a horse stance, moving her left and right hands in slow motion.

Fortunately, she had a background in magic, so she succeeded in learning everything on her first try.

Even Odin was amazed by her magical talent.

"Her talent is indeed rare, but what about that Midgardian you had your eye on before?"

"Steve Strange".

Gu Yi pursed her lips and said, "Perhaps the peaceful life he has now is what he can only dream of. He will live happily in New York and spend his life with the person he loves."

There is no magic, no superpowers.

But it has something that none of the Doctors Strange in the entire multiverse possess.

"That's better for him."

“There are losses, but also gains.” Odin nodded.

At the same time, a sneaky fellow suddenly poked out his head, which looked like a little devil with horns, and then shrank back in panic.

After the pink sky condensed into clouds, the Secret Guest covered his mouth in surprise and panic.

"Am I seeing things? Could that person be the Ancient One? Is she still alive? And she even kidnapped Hope?"

(End of this chapter)