Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 159 Zombie Multiverse? ? ?

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Let's return to the real world.

When Hanlu returned here, to be honest, he felt that his experiences were becoming more and more bizarre.

However, this incident gave him a jolt, as it seemed that the current storyline of Doctor Doom was different from that in the comics.

Although we don't know what he's doing in the comics, that's not the point. He should be with the Molecule Man.

Moreover, given their arrogant personality, how could they possibly kidnap a group of children?

That's so embarrassing!

Of course, that's not his main concern right now. What he's worried about now is that another zombie universe might crash into his world.

Is this the grand Marvel universe?

Hanlu didn't know, and he didn't want to know. But as soon as he ran out, a girl wearing a purple square helmet emerged from the corner without saying a word and bumped right into his most coveted "meal ticket".

As the girl rubbed against Hanlu's body, even inhaling her "fragrance," of course, you had to ignore the drool that involuntarily started flowing from her mouth.

However, this intimate scene has clearly been noticed by some people—

Two ship girls who were about to take advantage of the moment to get close to their master fell silent when they saw this at the same time.

Yes, he also has two ship girl wives.

The man, somewhat disappointed, stamped his foot and walked out, but Belfast still "gently" handed him a cup of black tea with an affectionate expression.

However, looking at the red liquid steaming on top, Hanlu couldn't help but wonder if it had been poisoned.

"Cold Dew! I'm hungry, I want to eat a small cake."

"Aren't you being a little too arrogant?"

With a dark expression, Hanlu pushed away the "purple cube" in front of him. He felt he had to tell her just how terrifying he really was!

He's a ruthless demon king who destroyed an entire universe without batting an eye!

He's also the culprit who killed your own father!

So can't you have even a little bit of self-awareness as a "hostage"?!

Chat ended.

Hanlu filled the entire room with cake and stuffed the other person inside. She figured that at least the other person wouldn't bother her until they finished eating.

After calming down the two ship girls, he walked towards the hall.

By this time, everyone had already gathered here, since, strictly speaking, he had probably only been gone for a few seconds.

He glanced around at his familiar companions. After all, they had only said they would wait for him for two seconds, so none of them had left.

At the same time, a familiar black "feline" was added to the team.

"Welcome, Mr. T'Challa."

As you can see, our world is also a multiverse similar to yours, yet somewhat different.

Here we still have a superhero named Black Panther, and we even fought side by side.

I'm sorry I made a mess of your world, but I think... it was the best way possible.

With the help of the Horse Talisman, T'Challa has managed to grow back his leg that had been "eaten away." With that familiar black face, it's really hard to imagine that a black person could have such a refined air; it's simply unbelievable.

But that's not the point. Of course, he recognized the familiar heroes around him—Thor, Dr. Banner, and Spider-Man—their distinctiveness was too obvious, as well as a bunch of Eternals and others he didn't recognize.

When he arrived, he was warmly greeted by Spider-Man, who asked him all sorts of questions and even told him stories about their world. He realized that this was also a world ravaged by zombies, but because of the cold dew, the ending was relatively intact.

"I should be the one thanking you. Thank you for restoring the world to its rightful dignity."

T'Challa couldn't believe that his former comrade-in-arms would lock him up and use him as food reserves just for a bite to eat, and that he would even beat his wife to death in the end.

Ah, why did you say "again"?

I don't know, maybe because Dr. Pym himself is an abusive man.

Now, at least among this group of living people, T'Challa could finally feel a rare sense of peace!

"But I think we need to consider another issue, everyone."

As she spoke, Hanlu turned her gaze to Adam, who had already become the embodiment of the concept of eternity.

The other person's originally exquisite appearance instantly blossomed, transforming into a dazzling universe. His eyes, like LED lights, projected a holographic image among all of them.

Just kidding. As the "eternal" entity of this universe, how could it not discover a strange and unusual thing suddenly appearing in its own universe?

"I think only Mr. T'Challa and his group among those present truly understand this logo."

Everyone looked at the black king, and T'Challa nodded at the opportune moment. Of course, he recognized what the familiar four-letter logo was.

"In my world, there is an organization called the Fantastic Four, which consists of four top scientists."

For some reason, they were exposed to cosmic radiation in outer space, which turned them into heroes with superpowers.

"Wait, you're saying they encountered a solar storm in outer space, and the resulting radiation made them heroes?"

Banner reached out his hand at this moment, but why did he feel that this statement was so far-fetched and yet... reasonable?

"You are also in my world, Dr. Banner."

You too were transformed into the Hulk by gamma radiation, but they were transformed by solar radiation, so strictly speaking, you're pretty much the same.

"That's not the point. I'm sorry, everyone, I only have some limited information now."

For some reason, our world may already be surrounded by countless zombie multiverses.

And for some reason, I already know that there are no living people left on this plane; they are all zombies.

Although we don't understand why the zombies are still able to maintain their sanity and are even heading towards Earth, I think... this isn't a good thing.

Unfortunately, most people here accept the zombie concept based on the quantum virus. Although those zombies can still use some of their skills and signature moves from when they were alive, opinions on rationality are subjective.

However, T'Challa would never forget how terrifying those zombies were. Once they were full, they could talk like living people, to the point that a certain Mr. Reed Fantastic would actually go so far as to think that zombies were the next step in human evolution.

Are you kidding me? That's insane!

"Cold Dew, I need to remind all of you of something."

During my testing, I could sense a peculiar dark power emanating from these four individuals. This dark power was extremely powerful and familiar, and it did not belong to our universe.

If I'm not mistaken, the source of this power is—"

As Hanlu listened to Adam say this, she instantly began to recall a famous story from a certain comic book.

"Nar, the Black-Clad Emperor!!"

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