American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 1062 Miss America, America
Inside the spaceship, apart from the creaking sound of metal cooling and contracting and the crackling of electrical sparks, there was no other movement.

But Peter could sense the life force within it.

He glanced down at his watch again; the system showed no reaction to the spaceship that had just landed before him.

"This is not right..."

Peter murmured something to himself, took a deep breath to suppress his unease, and walked step by step toward the quiet spaceship.

The hatch was tightly closed, with no visible mechanism to open it.

He walked around the spaceship, carefully touching the still-warm hull with his fingers, feeling a peculiar metallic sensation.

Just as his finger traced a seam in the bulkhead, a soft "whoosh" sounded, and the hatch slid open without warning, revealing the cramped interior space.

Peter frowned and looked inside.

Inside the spaceship were only two baby boys who looked to be about a year old, wrapped in soft white swaddling clothes.

Two baby boys lay side by side in a small sleeping pod.

They seemed to have just woken up, their big, round eyes staring curiously at the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared at the door.

The two little ones had soft black hair, rosy cheeks, and made meaningless babbling sounds.

One of them was waving a small fist, while the other was putting his fingers in his mouth.

Two babies?

Peter paused for a moment, then his gaze snapped back to the wristwatch—the system still didn't respond.

Without a doubt, the system completely ignored the existence of the two children.

They are not “fathers’ sorrows”.

Who are they?
Where did they come from?

Why were you sent here?

Peter looked away from the two babies' faces and scanned the rest of the cabin with a puzzled expression.

He soon noticed a pure white card lying quietly between the two children.

He reached out and picked up the card.

There are no complicated patterns or symbols on it, only two lines of English names that seem to have been etched on with some kind of energy: Billy, Tommy.

Billy and Tommy?
These are... their names?

Peter looked at the two names, then looked up at the baby boy inside the cabin who was curiously watching him.

An indescribable, peculiar feeling quietly rose in my heart.

The system did not respond, proving that there was no forced, "system-assigned" intercosmic parent-child link between the two infants and him.

But looking into the baby's eyes, Peter felt a strange and undeniable emotion welling up inside him.

Could these two children be related to him?

No, that's not right, the feeling isn't very strong.

Peter preferred to believe that someone had forcibly brought him here.

Who sent them here, and what was their purpose?
He examined the card repeatedly and found no other information on it.

"All right……"

Peter exhaled deeply and clutched the cold card tightly in his hand.

Then he bent down and carefully picked up the two baby boys.

The two little ones were surprisingly well-behaved. When he picked them up, they only made a few soft whimpers before quietly nestling in his arms, their little heads rubbing against his shoulder.

Holding two warm little lives in his arms, Peter stepped out of the spaceship.

The hatch closed silently behind him.

Padrick Farm.

Star-Lord also heard the explosion and crash from the cornfield. Standing in the living room, he was stunned when he saw Peter come in carrying two babies!

New brothers and sisters have arrived?
And this time there are two!

Dad, are you ever going to stop?!
Star-Lord felt completely terrible.

Raven heard the noise and came downstairs. She looked up, her gaze sweeping over Peter and the baby in his arms. Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a look of displeasure appeared on her face.

But she didn't say anything, quickly hiding her emotions.

"Is this the new baby, Daddy?"

Ceresia and Elaine also came downstairs. Ceresia saw Peter holding two babies, her big, dark eyes filled with curiosity and excitement.

Peter shook his head. "This time is a little different."

He carefully placed the two babies on the sofa in the living room.

Peter then straightened up and glanced at the various expressions on the faces of the people present. “They are not quite the same as you.”

Peter's words left Raven and the others looking confused.

"what?"

Star-Lord was stunned. "Where did they come from, Dad?"

Just then, a creaking sound came from the stairs.

Jane Foster and Ciri came downstairs together, and they also heard Peter's words.

"Oh my God……"

Jane saw the two adorable baby boys on the sofa and was instantly overcome with maternal instincts. She quickly walked over and exclaimed, "Peter, what's going on? What adorable children!"

"These two babies must have been deliberately abandoned here by someone."

Peter affirmed, taking the white card out of his pocket and handing it to Raven, who was closest to him.

"There was only this in the spaceship, with two names written on it, Billy and Tommy. The spaceship landed in a cornfield, but... its origin is unknown."

Raven took the card, feeling the peculiar material with her fingertips, and her brows furrowed even more.

“Dad, this is a… very peculiar residual energy, very subtle, but very powerful, and it doesn’t belong to any system I know of.”

Jane, standing nearby, asked Peter with some confusion, "Peter, weren't your children all sent by spaceships? Why are these two different?"

"cough!"

Jane, don't you consider the occasion when you speak so bluntly?
Peter coughed, glanced at Raven and Star-Lord who were pretending not to hear, and explained guiltily:
"That's not entirely true. The claim that Azu and the others all fell from the sky is a rumor! Also, Azu, Raven, and I can sense our blood ties, but these two babies cannot."

Although he could sense an indescribable connection between the two babies, this connection was certainly not as close as that with the fathers.

Star-Lord, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but think to himself when he heard Peter spreading rumors: Dad, it's one thing to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself.

"I suspect someone deliberately placed it near the farm."

Peter glared at Star-Lord, whose expression was somewhat strange, coughed loudly, and concluded, "I don't know who it is, or why, but..."

He paused for a moment, then his gaze returned to the two children who had started crawling around on the sofa.

Beside the sofa, Jane squatted down and gently teased a baby's chin with her finger. The baby giggled and grabbed her finger.

The other child crawled toward Ciri.

Ciri looked at the baby boy who had crawled to her feet, looked up at her with his big, dark eyes, and smiled slightly.

She knelt down, stretched out her slender fingers, and touched the baby's cheek.

The baby boy wasn't afraid of her; instead, he reached out his little hand and tried to grab the shiny jewelry on her wrist.

"They are healthy and don't seem to be afraid of people."

Ciri looked up at Peter and said, “Wherever they come from, sir, at least these two babies shouldn’t have any ill intentions.”

After listening to Ciri's words, Raven thought for a moment and said to Peter, "Dad, we have to find out where they came from."

“I know, Raven.”

Peter rubbed his temples. "But before that..."

He looked at the two children who had already been picked up by Jane and Ciri, "We can't just throw them back into the spaceship."

"I'll take care of them."

Jane volunteered.

After recovering from breast cancer and becoming the female Thor, Jane finds herself suddenly overwhelmed with maternal instincts and has a particular fondness for children.

So she volunteered to take care of both babies.

"That's all we have to do."

Peter nodded, his expression grave as he looked out at the night sky.

He always felt that things were far from over, and that an even bigger storm was yet to come.

at the same time.

Inside a chaotic space.

The structure of reality becomes thin and fragile here.

This is not a specific, known dimension, but rather more like the scar tissue left by countless worlds being forcibly torn apart and then roughly stitched back together.

All around were the ruins of buildings suspended in the void, and terrifying spectacles that twisted the laws of physics.

The air (if it could still be called air) was filled with ozone, dust, and some ancient, bloody smell.

At this moment, a deadly chase is unfolding in this eerie space.

Two figures were fleeing for their lives in this chaotic labyrinth.

Running at the front was America Chavez, her young face etched with terror.

Her jacket had been torn in several places as she traveled through multiple universes, revealing her fair arms underneath.

Each time she clenched her fist, subtle ripples appeared in the surrounding space. These were the immense, innate energy within her that could tear apart the barriers of the universe, fluctuating unstablely.

But she still couldn't fully control it, especially under this extreme fear and pressure.

The energy within her was more like an uncontrolled valve, erupting suddenly in times of crisis, completely beyond her control.

Closely following her, protecting her from behind, was Doctor Strange, the Defender.

Doctor Strange's blue cloak of levitation, which was usually flowing and elegant, now had charred and torn edges.

His once neat hair and beard were now covered in dust and sweat, and his face was pale.

Doctor Strange the Defender is not Doctor Strange from the main universe 616, but from universe 838.

He was currently leading America on a mission to escape the demons' pursuit. And not far ahead lay the location where the Book of Vishanti was kept.

As long as he obtains the magic book "The Book of Vishanti," he can use its power to defeat the pursuers behind him.

Taking a deep breath, Doctor Strange, the Defender, continuously formed complex hand seals.

The Ring of Raghadore spun wildly at his fingertips, sometimes blasting forward to shatter energy spikes shooting from bizarre angles, or causing spatial structures to suddenly collapse.

At the same time, his gaze fell upon the heavy tome chained to the altar in the distance—the Book of Vishanti.

Although we are getting closer and closer to our target, the pursuers behind us are getting even closer!
What hunts them is not a physical entity, but a vast, blurry, and ever-changing shadow.

It is a demon from the abyss of the universe, a predator that has been ravenous for countless eons.

Its target was not the Book of Vishanti itself—it even loathed the pure white magic.

The demon's target is the "door" within America Chavez that leads to infinite possibilities and infinite energy.

By absorbing her power, it can truly transcend dimensional limitations and become an eternal nightmare for all reality and all time and space.

"Left side! Doctor!"

America screamed.

Without any hesitation, Strange thrust a massive Seraphim Shield to the left front, and golden magic runes instantly unfolded.

Almost simultaneously, a huge fragment of space in the direction the two were originally moving towards exploded.

Countless sharp fragments, carrying destructive energy, shot towards the scene, slamming into the magic shield that appeared just in time, producing a deafening explosion.

"Can't stop!"

Strange growled, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Maintaining such a high intensity and frequency of spellcasting is a huge burden on his mind and body.

He grabbed America's arm, and with a powerful flick of his Levitation Cloak, he carried the two of them narrowly past a suddenly appearing, absolutely black "wall of nothingness."

There was no light or even the concept of space on the "Wall of Nothingness." The moment he got close, Strange felt as if his soul was about to be pulled out.

"Buzz!"

The demon unleashed a shockwave that directly impacted the mind.

The surrounding floating building debris turned into a storm of rubble and crashed down on us.

Strange drew circles with his hands, and the massive ancient body of Hoggus closed up like flower petals, protecting the two of them inside.

The rubble struck the shield with a series of muffled thuds.

“Its target is me, Doctor. Put me down and go get the Book of Vishanti to deal with it.”

America said, panting.

"No, don't give up."

Strange didn't use America as bait; instead, he pulled her along and continued running forward.

The two rushed out of a broken archway, and suddenly an unusually narrow passage of giant stones appeared in front of them.

On either side of the passage were bottomless abysses churning with purple mist.

"This is it. If we go through, we might have a chance to shake it off."

Strange shouted and charged into the tunnel first.

However, in the middle of the passage, something unexpected happened.

Without warning, the ground of the passage became as soft as quicksand, and at the same time, the stone walls on both sides suddenly squeezed inward.

"up!"

Strange reacted extremely quickly, pulling the Levitation Cloak upwards with all his might.

But just as his attention was drawn to the traps attacking from above and below, a sharp spike, formed entirely of shadows and negative energy, shot out from the sticky "ground" beneath his feet, moving with lightning speed.

"Pfft!"

A dull sound that made one's teeth ache.

"Ugh—!"

Strange let out a painful groan, his body jerking violently.

The shadowy spike pierced his left calf, and excruciating pain instantly swept through his entire body.

The cloak of levitation let out a mournful cry, struggling to maintain its balance, but still managed to drag the two of them down, crashing heavily onto the ground of the passage that was trying to swallow them.

"PhD!"

America lunged forward to try and support him.

Strange knelt on one knee, his face ashen, large beads of sweat dripping down his face.

He tried to cover the wound with his hand, but the shadow energy clung to his arm like a living thing, preventing healing and even exacerbating the pain.

He could clearly feel his magic power rapidly draining away through the wound.

The demons behind them had caught up to the entrance of the passage, and wherever they went, the stone walls of the passage were rapidly turning gray and crumbling.

Strange struggled to lift his head, looking at the indescribable terror approaching step by step, and then glanced at the young girl beside him who was panicked but still trying to stand in front of him.

Given his current injured state, he is in no condition to protect America, let alone obtain the Book of Vishanti.

Once the demon obtains the energy within America's body, everything will be over.

The only way, the only way that might reverse the situation, is for him to absorb America's teleportation energy.

In that way, he could not only recover from his injuries instantly, but might even gain enough power to repel or even destroy the demon.

It's better for the energy to be within him than for it to be devoured by a demon.

This sudden thought made him feel a chill and disgust.

It's alright, I'll absorb America's energy, defeat the demon, and then restore her.

Doctor Strange, the defender, comforted himself.

"America..."

His voice was hoarse from the struggle, "Look at me..."

America instinctively turned her head and met Strange's eyes, which were filled with complex emotions.

The next second, Strange suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips wreathed in dangerous magical energy, and grabbed straight for America's forehead.

"Doctor?! No—!"

America's eyes widened in horror; she sensed the Doctor's intention to plunder her energy.

She never expected that at such a crucial moment, the doctor would want to absorb her energy!

The "door" within America's body trembled violently due to the extreme emotional impact, and light burst uncontrollably around her in an attempt to resist.

Strange's hand touched her forehead, and the energy representing the traversal of the multiverse began to be forcibly pulled, like a rushing river about to be diverted into a strange and dangerous channel.

Excruciating pain surged simultaneously from America's forehead and Strange's leg wounds, as the latter frantically absorbed energy in an attempt to repair and strengthen himself.

However, just as this plunder began, and Strange's power had just begun to recover after being replenished—

"puff--!"

A deeper, more muffled tearing sound followed.

The demon, who had been observing and waiting for his chance, seized the moment when Strange was casting his spell with all his might and was completely unprepared. It then thrust its most deadly shadow tentacle into Strange's back and through his chest.

Strange's body suddenly stiffened, and the process of absorbing energy was forcibly interrupted.

He looked down in disbelief at the twisted spike emerging from his chest, dripping with nothingness and darkness.

Intense pain instantly overwhelmed all his senses.

The cloak of levitation let out a mournful cry, frantically flapping its arms in an attempt to attack the tentacle, only to be repelled by the terrifying energy coiled around it.

America was also stunned by this sudden turn of events.

With a "thud," America fell heavily to the ground.

"Book!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, America, ignoring her pain, immediately got up and ran quickly toward the Book of Vishanti, which was not far ahead.

But just as her hand touched the book cover, the shadowy tendrils that pierced through Strange suddenly lashed out, flinging Strange aside like a rag doll.

Then the demon split into several arms, instantly binding and constricting America, lifting her into the air.

The powerful binding force made it impossible for her to breathe, let alone exert any strength.

The demon's greedy and triumphant gaze was fixed on her, its invisible maw wide open, ready to feast on this long-awaited meal.

The shadow of death loomed over them completely.

At this final moment of despair, the "door" inside America's body, which had been relentlessly attacked, finally erupted completely.

"Do not--!!!"

America let out a shout.

"boom!!!"

A dazzling light burst forth from within her body, instantly shattering the dark energy flow that bound her.

A rotating multiverse portal, filled with countless nebulae and bizarre, fantastical worlds, suddenly opened behind her.

The torrent of energy surging out of the passage completely shattered its structure, and even the demons were jolted backward by this sudden and unprecedented energy burst.

Strange, who had been thrown into a corner and whose consciousness was beginning to fade, saw the open door and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He turned his gaze to America, who was not far away, enveloped by the energy core, temporarily freed but at a loss.

Despite the excruciating pain, he stood up and, with his last ounce of strength, lunged at America.

To the girl's astonishment, Strange used all his strength to shove her toward the entrance to the portal to the unknown universe.

"Walk--!!!"

America's figure was instantly swallowed by the dazzling light and disappeared into the depths of the passage.

Almost at the same moment, the demon, which had been briefly forced back, let out an angry roar, and darkness gathered again, rushing towards the entrance of the passage and Strange lying on the ground like a tsunami.

However, the forcibly opened multiverse channel was extremely unstable and began to collapse wildly.

The immense suction generated by the passage swept away everything around it.

Strange, lying on the ground, the Book of Vishanti, and the roaring demon were all captured and swallowed by the terrifying gravity generated by the rapidly shrinking entrance to the passage.

(End of this chapter)