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But Wilson wasn't about to blame or think it was the ghost's fault.

Wouldn't Shadow and Tsukishima's power have any influence on them without the existence of ghosts?

Even if these two completely different existences consume and resist each other, they will still invade their territory.

When communication is impossible, taking up arms is the best option for Wilson.

When Wilson was young, he was just like Tony Stark today. No one who embarks on the path of scientific research is not full of ambition. However, he was hit hard by the reality at that time and became depressed.

Until now, I have finally stood up.

"Hurry up and hang up! I'm idle and have nothing to do. I've finished all the work I need to do as an old man. I'm like a lazy bone. When there's nothing important to do, I don't even want to participate in the mission. It doesn't matter if I have points or not. I'm embarrassed to compete with those newcomers for missions."

Tony Stark immediately moved his body, as if he had stood up straight.

People are so strange. When they are restless, they yearn for peace, and when they are at peace, they desire adventure.

"Finish my building first."

"That's easy." Tony Stark tossed down several palm-sized robotic spheres. "Just tell them what you need. Tell them the problem, and I'll scout the location. If you send a group on the mission, you'll definitely have new people coming. If I don't make the trip, I'm afraid they'll fall into a trap."

He seemed to be remembering the two noisy Cuphead brothers in the group.

“…Not everyone in the group is trustworthy. It would be terrible if something unexpected happened.”

Wilson seriously suspected that the other party was just looking for an excuse to find something new to study, but he didn't say much.

He just silently went to the drawing table, drew a blueprint and handed it to the other party, and marked the location of the cave and the sea. He watched the other party fly away from the original place, turned his head and looked at the small robot crawling on the ground.

The others who were still busy over there had already noticed the movement here. Maxwell was the first to come over. After all, they had been enemies in the past and had cheated each other. Now that they had reconciled, their emotions were always more complicated than others.

528

It didn't take long for Tony Stark to cross the entire sky. The wind was cut into pieces, and silver meteors pierced straight through the sky.

Tony Stark flew recklessly and almost crushed a few inexplicable flying birds in the middle of the flight.

A cold-colored island appeared before his eyes, and he subtly discovered that the image on the display seemed to be covered with a strange fog.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen, because he didn't see anything unusual in the sky or scenery when he looked from a distance.

Tony Stark's face immediately became cautious. He dropped a few machines and quickly collected and tested samples of the soil, sea water and other aspects here.

In the end, as he expected, it had something to do with magic.

Although that thing may not be called magic here, who cares? It’s pretty much the same as he classified it this way. It’s just a difference in name.

Tony Stark saw a transparent shadow on the island, like a Q-version figurine made of phantom. A chubby robot rolled silently to the shadow, then unfolded in an instant, wrapping the other in a transparent glass cage.

Then it slowly floated up like magnetic levitation, and fell steadily and slowly back into Tony Stark's hand.

He glanced at the little guy who was tightly sealed in the jar, but didn't rush to study it.

This thing looked like a fragment that had fallen from somewhere, and the information he finally received was pretty much the same. He even subtly analyzed a component from it that was somewhat similar to lunar soil.

Thinking of what he said before, he couldn't help but look up at the sky of this world.

So Wilson was caught off guard when he received words from Tony Stark like "My journey is to the stars and the sea".

It was so severe that Wilson had to check on Steve in the chat group, who was motionless, and began to wonder if they had infected each other.

The starry sky is always full of mystery and magnificence.

Even though he had already expanded interstellar travel in his original world, it was hard not to look forward to it.

This world is not a planet. Tony Stark felt this very intuitively when he flew into the sky.

This world is flat, like a suspended continent. The moon and sun in the distance are much smaller than those in their world, especially the moon, which is not at all the size that a world should be.

Just as he was about to get closer to take a look, the device in the armor started sounding alarms frantically. In just a breath of time, he retreated a considerable distance. The place where he was originally standing seemed to be hit by something, making a huge sonic boom.

He also clearly sensed malice from the moon.

That thing didn't look like a planet, but more like a living creature, but it wasn't very awake, as if it was awake intermittently.

"There's this thing called God again."

Tony Stark's tone was filled with disdain, but his expression was solemn.

The next moment, he moved away in an instant, and a black mist erupted from the spot where he was.

He looked deeply at the monster buried in the moon and did not stop. He did not prepare any weapons on this trip. Even if he could defeat it, he did not know how much effort it would take. Why should he use his weakness to challenge others' strengths?

His technology tree has reached a point where, if he is given a little time, he can immediately create countless weapons.

Wilson over there was chatting peacefully with a Maxwell wearing a top hat. After all, they had passed the initial stage of real anger.

Although Wilson only punched him after the argument, then watched the other party fall to the ground in silence for a while before reaching out to pull him up.

"Do you really want to stay here?"

"Do you still want to go back?"

They both spoke almost at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time.

Wilson is really not good at coping. Although his self-confidence has been built up, once he encounters something difficult, such as strange interpersonal relationships, he will unconsciously shrink back.

He really regretted why he didn't pester the doctor to learn how to treat others, even though the doctor had been pestered once by other people in the group and had opened a live broadcast room.

It seemed that except for a certain supervisor who was listening with great interest, everyone else was drowsy.

As for Wilson, he was shearing cattle during the winter and missed the target perfectly.

"What are you two doing again?" A commanding voice interrupted them. "You can't be arguing about that kind of thing again."

That was Microbottom, an old lady, a librarian, a person worthy of respect.

"Ah, grandma."

Wilson also respected her. She had much more experience than him and was calm enough. In his heart, she was on par with the doctor.

"What I told you before can be completed today. We can build a factory or something like that later. Do you want me to customize a special bed for you?"

Microbottom immediately shook his head. "That's not necessary."

She couldn't sleep, not for any other reason, but because she was cursed, or rather, she was exchanged. Even things like mandrake that forced her to sleep were ineffective on her. It was as if she had lost the ability to sleep forever from the underlying logic.

"So don't change the subject."

When Wilson saw that it didn't work, he sighed and waited obediently to be scolded.

Maxwell pulled his top hat up slightly. He also respected the grandmother, and because of this, some things needed to be made clear. "...At least I won't change my mind now."

"But the cheers and applause of the crowd are far away from you."

"If I can succeed the first time, I can succeed the second time."

The final result was naturally a bad ending. Tony, who rushed back, happened to see this. He swore that he really didn't mean it. He didn't peek on purpose, but who knew that he would see such a thing as soon as he came back.

Only after Wilson called him twice did he cough twice and prepare to organize his words and talk about something serious.

"I think you should think about how to deal with the moon? Also, what if the moon explodes?"

"The moon?" Wilson, who had not yet recovered, took over the conversation in a daze.

"Yes, that thing is a monster. It's not that the moon is hollowed out or that there are monsters living on it, but the moon itself is a monster."

Wilson, having completely recovered, nodded slightly and responded calmly, "I understand."

In fact, he had guessed about this kind of thing a long time ago. Whether it was Moon Island or the full moon night, those changes symbolized that the moon in this world was not so pure and harmless.

"Do you want to go take a look underground?"

"That's still not going to work. I'm not good at digging. I'd better leave this kind of small matter to the new group members. I can't just do everything and let them come over and take the points directly."

Tony Stark stretched. "I'm going to check the quality of the stuff. I don't want to sell a defective product to the group."

After he said this, he flew away in a hurry.

Wilson had already edited the task and sent it out.

529 New Mission

When Orloff landed.

The others hadn't arrived yet, and Wilson rarely pulled Tony Stark aside to discuss some relatively taboo science.

Only a blonde girl approached cautiously.

There was also a floating ghost following behind him.

The cute white elf that glows is really eye-catching. Even a self-contained girl like Wendy couldn't help but walk over after seeing it.

Ori tentatively raised his hand and waved it, as if to greet someone.

His long ears were erected alertly and moved with his movements.

"...Wilson's friend?" Wendy asked softly, already knowing the answer.

This is one of the few ways she knows to chat with others.

This lonely girl with almost no will to survive, if it weren't for the help of others, she probably wouldn't be attracted by anything beautiful, but would just stay away from it.

Fear of bringing death.

Just like her sister.

Although it was not her fault, how could a young child easily let go of the tragedy of the death of a relative? Even adults cannot calm down after witnessing such a thing happening to their close friends and relatives.

Ori seemed to notice her uneasiness and slowly walked over.

Those cruel experiences forced him to mature, but fortunately he had two excellent mothers.

So Ori has always been a good boy.

He suddenly jumped under Wendy's hand and rubbed his slightly furry head against her palm.

Ori's hair feels the same smooth texture, not as round as jade like a ghost's, but because it is covered with short and soft hair, it feels like warm, fine silk.

The girl, who was originally so frightened that her fur almost exploded, looked at the other party's swinging tail and drooping ears, and seemed reluctant to move her hand away, and couldn't help but touch it twice more.

"Yes." It was only at this time that Ori gently responded to the other party's question. "I am Wilson's friend, you can call me Ori."

An illusory ghost appeared from behind the blonde girl, as if shaking its head to look around.

"elder sister."

The ghost didn't bring any wind when it passed by, but Wendy still subconsciously turned half of her body, as if they had telepathic connection.

Her sister, Abigail, was beside her, her hands still hovering in the air, touching nothing but the wind.

Ori looked at the girl who was about to get sad again, and his tail and ears suddenly stiffened straight, as if he was alert.

Without thinking, he opened the chat group and clicked on the chat box of an acquaintance.

The dark blue screen does not look conspicuous in the empty and bright space, but the densely packed language numbers and models on it are changing rapidly, as if they were physical objects.

"I think these steps of the experiment can be simplified."

Wilson scanned it several times and hesitantly pointed out the overly complicated steps.

“Why do you think it can be simplified?”

Tony Stark's tone was not sarcastic, but even contained a hint of interest.

However, that kind of burgeoning self-confidence can still easily make unsteady people start to doubt themselves.

For example, Wilson.

But he is a scientist after all, and what he lacks the least is questioning.

"Look at steps 34 to 37." Wilson imitated the movements of others, pulled the screen back up, and returned to the place where he had just slid past.

He pointed precisely. "Even if we remove the operation here, it won't affect the final result."

"Remove all this testing and repeated refinement? Then how can you guarantee that the final result won't be wrong?"