Chapter 1568

Facts have proven that knowledge is power.

While Iron Man and Batman were "enlightening" Shiler, they also gave Gray Mist, this special lifeform, a portion of human logical thinking, and enabled him to possess top-tier scientific thinking ability.

Actually, Shiler didn't place much value on his own scientific thinking ability. To put it bluntly, he wasn't following a scientist's path at all, so why would he need such strong scientific talent?

Therefore, before this, Gray Mist was completely uninterested in exploring physical laws and the like, because Shiler wasn't very interested either; Shiler leaned more toward a philosophical personality.

The most important part of the thinking that Iron Man and Batman gave Gray Mist wasn't computational ability, but the thirst for knowledge from these two super-geniuses, especially the spirit of pursuing precise exploration of the truth.

Because Shiler himself wasn't interested in this, other than occasionally accompanying Gray Mist to read books at his invitation, he didn't notice any changes in Gray Mist. Gray Mist's daily routine in the Gao Ta was still sleeping after eating and eating after sleeping, mooching off this one and then that one, no different from before.

But that was only because the material conditions were too abundant. Arrogance and Greed basically did everything, so Gray Mist could of course choose to be a lazy dog.

But now, Greed had closed the cafeteria, there was no all-you-can-eat buffet, and he had to face the disapproving gaze of the Morbid one. He couldn't slack off in the Gao Ta for even a single day anymore.

Once the pressure came on, Gray Mist's waist didn't hurt, his legs didn't ache, he could wind yarn balls, he could act as the mastermind behind the scenes, and more importantly, the little lightbulb in his brain lit up with a "ping."

Because he didn't use his brain while slacking off before, Gray Mist didn't really understand why Professor X suddenly appeared in the Gao Ta, didn't understand why Greed suddenly stopped going to work and became Sloth, and didn't understand why Sloth also stopped going to work and became Moonlight...

Galactus sighed deeply, didn't say much, sank his thoughts down, gathered all the energy he had just swallowed, and after obtaining the consent of the other gods, the universe where Shiler was located began to fly rapidly toward the wall of the Small World.

Then, he looked up and shouted at the wall of the Small World: "OAA! The universe is about to be destroyed! Help me!!"

Galactus was completely numb. Now that Eternity and Adam were not there, and Infinity, Death, and Oblivion were working together to barely keep the universe from collapsing, who else could be of use? Wasn't it just him left?

Adam the Living Tribunal never expected that someone would dare to ram him. He didn't even dodge, was hit squarely in the chest by the universe, and then was slapped onto the Small World barrier with a "pop."

Adam the Living Tribunal was also Adam. After being hit, he was dizzy for several seconds, and then he saw a figure flying toward him, and a fist the size of a sandbag smashed into his face.

But Gray Mist's smart little brain allowed him to capture a detail: Greed had said to him when he was off work, "Shiler needs more exercise."

The barrier of the Small World seemed silent, as if there was no response, but that was actually a long silence.

Bang, bang, bang—a few punches later, Shiler, who was grabbing Adam by the collar, withdrew his hand, let out a long breath, and said: "Exercise quota met, done."

At this moment, his scientific thinking, which combined the two great super-geniuses, played a role. Movement relative to the universe is exercise, movement relative to oneself is exercise, limb movement is exercise, and particle movement is also exercise. So why didn't he choose the latter?

But Gray Mist, a creature that looked like a symbiote but was actually a mysterious existence, didn't look at cookbooks; he looked at the Art of War.

But the next time he took a shift, Gray Mist was completely confused. Greed said he needed more exercise, but he and Sloth had been so diligent and hadn't slacked off at all, yet it still didn't work. Gray Mist couldn't help but feel that he might have misunderstood.

"That's enough, Your Majesty. I will control the universe to land steadily."

"Awoo!!!"

If there were only this one hole, it would be nothing. But as it happened, the perfect cooperation between Eddie and Doom had already blown a hole in the program. Now that there were two big holes in the program, the gods of universal rules were all stupid.

At this moment, he was not in his own body, but in the body of the Skrull Shiler of this universe. This was a very risky move, because this body didn't have the omnipotent Gray Mist. Although the Kingdom of Death wouldn't take him, once he died and the situation of "logging in from a different location" was discovered, this small account would be easily banned.

"I am Adam the Living Tribunal. Please have the universe in front immediately slow down, otherwise you will collide with the Small World barrier, posing a danger to all universes in the Small World. Please immediately..."

As it happened, Gray Mist wasn't a pure symbiote. Its form of existence was very different from ordinary symbiotes, and the biggest difference was that its gray mist factors were more independent. If other symbiotes were a whole fish, he was a pile of sand.

Witnessing all this descending like a miracle, the same thought appeared in the minds of Shiler and his friends—

In an instant, all turmoil in the universe disappeared. This wasn't a reboot; it was just that all chaos had been pressed on the pause button, and then the results were calculated at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and the structure anchored as the reality universe was also repaired.

It was just that the gray mist factors were different from the physical existences in the universe. It was a substance between substance and energy. The things produced after a series of movements—compression, fusion reaction, supernova explosion, and black hole collapse—were also far more powerful than black holes. Besides being able to swallow physical existences, it also swallowed abstract concepts.

"Boom!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Your Majesty, if I may speak frankly, I'm afraid there is only one way now," Shiler said, looking into Galactus's eyes very sincerely: "Life within the universe cannot save itself, including you all. So we can only head toward the Small World barrier and seek help from more powerful gods..."

So what was Greed secretly doing now?

This didn't include the other Shilers in the Mind Palace, especially not Greed. So why didn't he take action to stop it earlier? Because he was currently in a special space.

The wall of the Small World wasn't a real wall, but more like a sturdy shield. And behind the shield, of course, were detection devices that could monitor all incoming attacks. So, in the process of this universe flying toward the Small World, a dazzling light flashed outside its target landing point.

At this time, all the leaders within the Nine Realms, as well as the gods still within the universe, stood in a row within the cosmic barrier. Looking at Shiler's back as he knocked on the door, Stark tilted his head and said.

At this time, two massive structural defects that were most dangerous had already begun to cause the entire universe to hover on the verge of collapse. And all life within the universe without administrator permissions couldn't feel the entropy increase that had gone off the charts in an instant, and were still fighting in chaos.

"..."

There was no need for him to explain. Galactus, who existed as a pillar of the universe, could naturally feel the situation of this universe. Although he was hungry, he was also afraid of death.

He was currently in the cage built by Shiler and Thor for Galactus, and was awakening Galactus through the method of dreaming with Madness Wine.

"OAA, open the door! I know you're inside. I accidentally made a hole in the universe. Can you help me fill it, OAA! Otherwise, you can open a door and let me in!"

What could be more desperate than a programmer who was suddenly fixing a bug while working overtime, only to discover that there was an even more terrifying and unfixable bug in the program left by his predecessor?

After the test-passed game went on sale, a player walked in, ordered a fried rice, and the game exploded.

Gray Mist, with his mysterious form of life, decisively embarked on an extremely scientific path of astrophysics, perfectly bypassing the universe's underlying safety protocols, evading the scope of responsibility of all antivirus software, and successfully blowing a hole in the program.

"Shiler, the person you are chasing is still alive..."

And in a field of vision that other lifeforms couldn't see, uncontrollable space-time collapse phenomena had begun to appear around this white hole that was still moving slowly, and the cosmic structure was being stirred into a mess.

After a game was developed, the tester walked into a shop in the game, did a backflip, and ordered a cup of coffee—the program was fine. Jumped 20,000 meters high, free-fell in the air, and ordered a cup of coffee—the program was fine. Did a 360-degree rotation Thomas-whirlwind-style order for a cup of coffee—the program was still fine.

Shiler was still knocking on the door outside.

Then there was Infinity, who had taken over the administrator duties of Eternity. At this time, he was busy filling the previous big hole, which was the super-anti-matter universe portal channel created by Eddie and Doom.

When the universe was constructed, the physical-level explosion-proof program was fine, the energy-level explosion-proof program was fine, there were no bugs in the scientific and rule directions, no bugs in the magic and occult directions, there was someone watching physical existences, and there was someone watching non-physical existences.

That's right, Gray Mist's previous operation was actually imitating the formation process of a black hole, which was why Galactus would see some familiar traces of particle movement.

Oblivion was very happy at first, because all the nothingness in the universe was under his control. But soon he couldn't be happy anymore. The prerequisite for nothingness to be under his control was that there had to be a universe. If there was no universe, everyone would be finished together.

"Adam, right?! Living Tribunal, right?! Messing up my plan and making New York a mess, right?!!"

Actually, Shiler didn't need to persuade Galactus; he also knew that if they didn't return to the Small World, this universe would probably be unsalvageable. So he could only sigh and say: "I can act as an engine for the movement of the universe, but I can at most only be responsible for acceleration..."

In short, Gray Mist's feeling was basically like picking up an eraser while looking down in class, and when he looked up again, the teacher had already talked about the next century.

"Although I don't know who he is calling, I feel the other party probably won't agree..."

In an instant, Shiler was stunned. Then, from his shocked expression, certain things that had long been frozen in old photos—filled with youthful panic and detachment—surged out for no reason.

And because of this, every grain of sand could be independently controlled by him, and he could perform some actions that other symbiote-controlled factors couldn't, such as controlling the factors to collide with themselves.

And at this time, Adam the Living Tribunal had just crawled up from the barrier. He shook his head in a daze. The moment he saw Shiler, it was as if he had seen some indescribable terrifying monster, and he "whooshed" back into the Small World barrier.

The first to notice something was wrong was Death. She hurried over, stood in the cosmic space, and watched in a daze at the white sun that was still continuously swallowing the Zerg.

Someone might ask, is the universe itself so fragile? This can probably be illustrated by an example familiar to people in the game industry—

Before his voice faded, intense light emerged above the Small World barrier, and this tiny universe returned to the Small World from the portal of light.

So, when he was scraping the Zerg with Sloth and was very tired, Gray Mist didn't feel anything was wrong. Isn't exercise supposed to be tiring? He still had that bit of common sense.

A miraculous cure, Dr. OAA.