"Goodness, do you have to take it so seriously?"
Upon seeing Fang Mo's current state, Nyarlathotep couldn't help but scratch his head.
"What's wrong with him?" Hearing Nyarlathotep's comment, Stark couldn't help but ask, "Is there any danger?"
"Even if there is danger, it's relative to you all."
Nyarlathotep shrugged casually: "The power of this incarnation is limited and insufficient to fulfill his ideas. I guess he's planning to mobilize the power of his true form... or simply allow his true form to descend directly into this time and space."
"What would happen then?"
Nick Fury asked.
"I don't know." Nyarlathotep shook his head: "I've never seen his true form, but for you, it's definitely not good."
"Why?"
Captain America couldn't help but ask.
"Imagine, little butt of the shield." Nyarlathotep smiled at Captain America: "It's like a Tyrannosaurus trying to squeeze into an anthill... Of course, the reality is far worse because we reside above the stars, and our very existence has already transcended the limits of your understanding. Merely descending here, we're able to contaminate, erode, and assimilate everything around us."
"Think positively, perhaps the fundamental particles of this world will become cube-shaped."
Nyarlathotep continued with a smile: "But thinking negatively, all the common sense, order, and rules here might be rewritten, and no one knows what this place will turn into..."
"That sounds kind of bad."
After hearing Nyarlathotep's explanation, Nick Fury frowned: "Do you have any way to solve the current situation?"
"There is one way."
Nyarlathotep touched his chin with a smile: "But why would I help you? Honestly, I'm quite curious about what his true form looks like..."
"Maybe his true form is just a mouth that keeps telling hellish jokes."
Nick Fury immediately said.
"No, no, no, I think it's definitely worse than that." Stark chimed in after hearing it: "Definitely a thousand mouths, randomly piled together, and each one speaks faster than a thousand women... uh, of course, I mean no offense to women."
"Sir."
As they were speaking, Captain America suddenly spoke to Nyarlathotep: "I believe you are also a friend of Fang Mo, and he seems to really care about this... We actually want to help him, but as you see, we seem incapable. So, if possible, we hope you can lend him a hand, not for us, but for Fang Mo, your friend."
"Speaking of helping him, I'm not even sure if my method will work..."
Nyarlathotep looked up slightly: "After all, his idea is too outrageous, insisting on finding the one he wants in the endless multiverse... Well, let Bubble try it then."
Saying this.
Nyarlathotep suddenly raised his hand.
The interior of the spaceship suddenly dimmed rapidly, then suddenly brightened, and millions of dazzling spheres emerged from the void, quickly forming a bizarre existence that the people could not understand.
"This is..."
Everyone looked at the large cluster of dazzling spheres, feeling dizzy.
However, at this moment, Mantis suddenly seemed to realize something, directly warning everyone: "Don't look at It, everyone, don't stare at It!"
Although they didn't quite understand why, the people quickly averted their eyes, fortunately, everyone present was a superhero with a strong mind, so they didn't fall into madness right there, but they felt somewhat weirdly uncomfortable.
After this.
Nyarlathotep ignored everyone.
And just communicated with the thing in front of him.
But what he used was not a human language, but a syllable that people could not understand, monotonous, obscure, and chilling to hear.
However, after a brief exchange, the millions of dazzling spheres suddenly brightened, and the silver light gradually enveloped the collapsing jade in mid-air, turning it into a constantly changing door of light. The whole process seemed to last a long time, but actually, it was completed in an instant.
As for Fang Mo on the other side.
He was also wrapped in a layer of silver-white light.
The painful expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a serene and tranquil look, as if he was in a peaceful sleep, his eyes emitting a white glow slowly closed.
"Alright, done."
Seeing the luminous sphere in mid-air... or rather, after Yog-Sothoth made a move, Nyarlathotep also clapped his hands towards the crowd: "I've helped as much as I can, now it's up to his own luck."
"What did you do?"
Nick Fury asked.
"What he holds in his hand is a coordinate locator, and it can break through cosmic barriers, but the problem is that it's too inefficient."
Nyarlathotep said, "If it continues to be used like this, this thing will soon shatter under the strain, so I turned the Yog bubble into a door, and at the same time, I helped him to sleep... When we are in dreams, our thoughts become extremely powerful, and there is a connection between dreams. If he can resonate with a dream in that world, perhaps there is hope for success."
"How long might it take?"
Nick Fury nodded after listening and asked.
"That's uncertain." Nyarlathotep smiled and shook his head: "Perhaps two to three minutes, perhaps two to three hundred years, but time means nothing to us, we don't care about these."
"So...we might be waiting here for two to three hundred years?"
Hearing this, Hawkeye suddenly became stunned.
"Perhaps we can return to Earth first." Doctor Strange said, "I don't want to wait here, I still need to go back to guard the temple."
Saying this, Strange attempted to open a portal.
However, only a few sparks appeared in mid-air, and everything returned to normal; the portal did not appear, and Strange awkwardly lifted his arm, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Why isn't your door working?"
Hawkeye asked.
"...I guess he must have done something to Earth." Strange took a deep breath and then lowered his arm: "Perhaps he reinforced the temple's barrier, I'm not sure, but now there is a force resisting me from returning to Earth, as if it has been sealed off."
"Cough, it's okay."
However, Stark was well aware of the situation, so he could only come out smiling to smooth things over: "Let's just wait for him a little longer, after all, Fang Mo has never let us down."
"Hopefully, it won't take too long."
That was indeed all Strange could say in a muffled voice.
...
And during the time everyone was waiting, Fang Mo's consciousness indeed sank into a strange dream.
This was a huge city ruin, with castles collapsed halfway, rusted Ferris wheels in the distance, and various weeds covering the ground, yet there was no one around. The sun hung high in the sky, not the glow of sunset, yet casting thousands of feet of red light, making everything look very strange.
As Fang Mo walked around here, observing the surroundings.
He felt an incredibly familiar atmosphere, yet strangely could not remember clearly, which made him a bit puzzled.
And as Fang Mo continued to move forward, the environment around him started to change.
The weeds on the ground disappeared, and many familiar shops appeared along the road. Fang Mo could see the shop signs, which were all in Chinese characters, like snack bars from Sha County, Lanzhou noodles, and so on.
These shops seemed to be open for business, with faceless people busying inside.
Occasionally, one could see cats and dogs on the streets, playing and frolicking, and some even jumped onto the shop roofs to shout something, then received some food.
"Wow, there's even a ragdoll cat..."
Fang Mo looked up and found that there was indeed a ragdoll cat not far away, walking down the street with an ice cream, unable to help but marvel at how absurd the dream was, utterly illogical.
However, in the next second.
Suddenly, a huge shadow emerged at the end of the street.
In the blink of an eye, the ragdoll cat disappeared, replaced by a puddle of brown-red blood on the ground.
The blood quickly mixed with the ice cream, then turned into a sticky, black surface, like a freshly paved asphalt road, and when Fang Mo turned his head, he saw that the shadow was actually a huge tire, covered with remnants of flesh.
...
Seeing this, Fang Mo also suddenly froze.
He had a bad feeling in his heart.
Without any guesswork, Fang Mo simply followed his intuition and moved forward. The further he went, the more oppressive the surrounding environment became.
There were still some shops on both sides of the road.
However, the atmosphere became exceptionally gloomy and oppressive, with more and more blood stains on the road.
Fang Mo quickened his pace, then the entire scene suddenly changed drastically. The surrounding blood color faded away in an instant, replaced by a black and white world. In the sky circled countless crows, only half of their bodies remaining, their intestines hanging out like broken kite strings, casting bizarre and grotesque shadows on the ground.
At the end of this view was a building low like a prison.
Fang Mo hurriedly walked over and looked inside through the iron fence, only to find a figure he dearly missed, hugging her knees and sobbing quietly in a corner.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
That familiar figure helplessly hid in the dark, whispering in a hoarse and despairing tone.
"...Fang Xin?!"
Upon seeing this scene, Fang Mo couldn't help but exclaim.
Hearing Fang Mo's call, the little girl hiding in the room didn't look up but instead shrank her shoulders even more out of fear.
"What on earth is this..."
Seeing this, Fang Mo was clearly a bit confused.
He could vaguely feel that he was in a dream, but this dream was honestly a bit strange.
This definitely wasn't a dream world constructed based on his subconscious.
If anything, it felt more like someone else's dream, and he had just entered it... so could this really be his sister Fang Xin's dream?
Had he really made contact with her? Or was all of this fake?
Honestly.
Fang Mo couldn't quite tell for the moment.
But now clearly wasn't the time to think about these things. His family, whom he thought about day and night, was right in front of him, and she seemed to be in a sad state, which of course Fang Mo couldn't stand.
So, with a thought, Fang Mo acted.
Stand, Steve, immediately appeared.
He forcefully dug a big hole in the building in front, and Fang Mo walked right in.
"Xinxin, Xinxin."
After walking into the room, Fang Mo immediately squatted in front of his sister and gently patted her shoulder: "Wake up, your brother is back."
"You're lying."
However, Fang Xin didn't look up at all, crying in despair: "Brother is already dead, it's all because of me wanting ice cream that caused his death..."
Hearing this, Fang Mo instantly understood everything in this dream.
And at the same time, a hint of heartache appeared in his eyes.
He hadn't expected his death to leave such a big psychological shadow on his sister.
But thinking about it, his own death by being crushed by a dump truck was indeed tragic. Fang Mo himself didn't feel much because he was the one who died, but if it had been Fang Xin who died, Fang Mo probably would also be burdened with a huge psychological shadow, immersed in guilt and self-blame every day.
"Silly girl, you didn't cause your brother's death."
Thinking this, Fang Mo also started to feel a bit guilty, so he smiled and gently touched his sister's head: "I just got lucky and reincarnated in another world as a hero. Who wants to be a leek in this crappy reality forever? Look, I've come back with all these skills. How about I take you to the amusement park later?"
"Let me tell you, your brother is so cool now, chatting with the Cthulhu outer gods."
"Do you like Iron Man? How about I take you to meet him in person?"
No matter what Fang Mo said, Fang Xin remained indifferent, hugging her shoulders and sobbing, her voice choked: "Liar, everything here is fake..."
"Even if brother appears here, it's useless. I understand, I can never see brother again…"