Meiman: Weaving myths, starting from urban legends

Everything drifted in an instant.

The boundless gray mist has a texture like a water curtain, filled with an aura between the unreal and the real, and the crimson stars dot it like strange eyes.

The gray mist flowed.

The majestic palace of the dwelling place of the gods still stands, and the gray tables in the center are still quaint, as if they have witnessed the passage of hundreds of millions of years.

“On the face of the cards, the source castle is still very sufficient.”

Chu Muduan sat on the main seat of the square table council, and as soon as his mind moved, a gray mist appeared on his body, completely shrouding his whole person in the cover of the gray mist.

The thin gray mist with the right position of the face can ensure that Chu Mu’s face will not be seen, and add a lot of mystery to Chu Mu’s “supreme existence” identity.

The eyes that can be faintly seen but cannot be seen clearly on the face position, under Chu Mu’s deliberate creation, present a deep and palpitating feeling similar to a black hole.

“It’s time to connect with my good believers.”

Chu Mu tidied up his appearance a little, adjusted his sitting posture, and after feeling that everything was perfect, he stretched out his left hand to build an invisible communication and connection.

Those three familiar crimson stars began to bloom with dazzling brilliance.

…………

New York.

Located in a luxury villa in the city.

Since the mental shock received yesterday was too great, billionaire Tony. While feeling powerless, Stark is also unwilling to find the source of the world’s abnormality.

He didn’t know when he would be able to return to the mysterious council, let alone when 970 returned again, before he would have time to save his world, which was being eroded by the unknown.

Trepidation and fear.

And all kinds of speculations about those weird things.

Let Tony, who has always believed that he can solve all troubles. Stark, in between repeated pacing and hesitation, also had difficulty convincing himself that he was just waiting for nothing.

As someone born into the top class of the entire world, Tony. Stark knew very well that he could never put all his hopes on someone else, at any time.

In the mysterious parliament.

The self-proclaimed [Destiny] may really be able to help the world solve its problems.

But.

At what cost?

The social phenomena that he has been exposed to since childhood, and the communicative truths perceived in the crowd, are telling Tony. Stark has no help in this world for no reason. Counting on an unknown life to become the God who saves humanity, in Tony. Stark seemed undoubtedly a stupid idea.

For that parliament.

For that mysterious being.

Tony. Stark knew too little. He could only analyze and sort out as much precious information as possible through what he had seen in the Mist Council last time.

First of all.

Tony. Stark can be sure that the mysterious [destiny] is definitely not a human being, at least not a human being in the understanding of him and most people on Earth.

So.

With this judgment.

Tony. Stark was even more sure that [Fate] must have some intention in choosing him and the other two, definitely not just simply wanting to “have fun”.

We are not all the same species.

How can there be help for no reason?

If the other party can really help him save the world, it also indicates that in the process of saving the world, the other party can achieve some ulterior goals.

Tony. Stark spent an entire afternoon yesterday sorting out his thoughts.

The mystery is recovering.

Darkness is falling.

He felt that these two sentences must be extremely critical clues. It’s just that what is known is too scarce now, Tony. Stark couldn’t figure out the purpose of [Fate] for a while.

True.

Tony. Stark would love to return to the council and seek answers from the self-proclaimed being of Destiny, but he was smart, so he would never choose to put all his hopes in the same basket.

The world may become dangerous and weird for some reason, and the science known to mankind may not be able to explain the weirdness, but Tony. Stark thought maybe he could try to understand.

“It’s nothing more than relearning a subject.”

Tony. Stark is very confident in his intelligence, and he feels that his fear and insecurity come from the unknown, so what he needs is to solve this unknown mystery. And when the so-called weirdness can also be understood, the weirdness will also become his best skill… Science.

With goals. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Tony. Stark is also reinvigorated.

In Pepper seriously suspected Tony. Stark may have been insane and suffered from some emotional upheaval among the worries that Tony. Stark bought a large number of theological books overnight for research.

It’s more than that.

Under the action of the banknote capacity.

The Pope of the Vatican and various bishops, as well as the world’s most famous and surnamed occult experts, were being transported to New York overnight (CHFE) on his special plane.

Even the pope in the human world, who is closest to God, obviously can’t refuse an eight-figure check.

It has to be said.

Tony. In order to be able to figure out what he didn’t know, Stark really made a big deal, so that the eyes that helped Pepper look at him were full of weirdness and incomprehension.

“Don’t you really need a psychiatrist?”

Pepper really doesn’t understand Tony, who has always scoffed at metaphysics. Stark, why did she become so interested in metaphysics without her noticing?

She even doubted Tony. Is Stark suffering from some terminal illness that modern medicine cannot save?

“You can think of me as one of those scientists who began to pursue theology in the evening, and the last time you had to take me to your tarot card soothsayer, didn’t you also say that the end of science is theology.” Tony. Stark clearly didn’t want Pepper to worry.

“But you mocked me at that time, saying that my brain is no different from that of Homo erectus, saying that those are all fabrications of stall literature.” Pepper’s expression was still full of doubt.

“Did I say anything like that?”

Tony. Stark pretended to be stupid and stunned, and also forcibly found an excuse.

“Well, after all, there are also two words of literature in the term stall literature, and there are still some professionalisms, aren’t they.”

It’s really hard to imagine that such words are from Tony. Stark’s Mouth.

“Then do you need me to bring you my soothsayer as well?”

Pepper can only be helpless to put Tony. Stark’s actions are summed up on a whim.

“Your thirty-year-old leftover female fortune teller? No, no, no, I don’t need her help, I’m pretty sure she’s a neurotic who doesn’t cheat too well. ”

Tony. Stark rejected Pepper’s kindness and locked himself in the basement, which can be said to be the norm on his daily life.

Merely.

This time.

Tony. What Stark stayed up late to study was not some novel technology, but to learn from scratch all kinds of myths and legends that he once scoffed at and thought were just the delusions of ignorant people.

To exist is to be reasonable.

Tony. Stark may always be hard-mouthed, but he will not deny his mistake in his heart, and since metaphysics really exists, all he has to do is reduce it to the realm of science.

Of course.

Although he had already made up his mind to study it carefully, Tony. Stark is still hoping to enter that fog again to seek some answers from the so-called [Destiny].

Perhaps the “help” that exists will have a price, and the “knowledge” that is urgently needed today can be sought from the communication with the other party, and it is definitely an opportunity for both risk and gain. This is like communicating with lower civilizations and higher civilizations, and it is bound to gain some enlightenment.

“I can’t escape anyway.”

Tony. While Stark laughed at himself, he also made up his mind that the next time he entered the gray mist, he must obtain as much much-needed knowledge from the other party’s mouth as possible.

And right on Tony. Stark finished reading more than a dozen theological books overnight, and was just about to make himself a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and then prepared to talk to the papal experts.

“Huh?”

The strange feeling that will never be forgotten suddenly appears again, Tony. Stark’s eyes erupted with a crimson cloud, and his consciousness drifted to the unknown gray mist again.