Chapter 1793

Schiller turned his head to the side somewhat helplessly, then said: "Peter Parker in this universe was infected with the zombie virus, ate his aunt and fiancée, and he was trapped in a time loop, which means he will experience this terrible thing thousands of times."

"Spider-Men in the multiverse, because they received the care of the central universe, gathered the power of the totem to Nick Fury, and Nick can also influence all Spider-Men in turn."

"Nick actually manages the Time Variance Authority. His influence also exists at the timeline level, which has created a situation he himself didn't expect. Spider-Man in this universe has likely woken up, but can't pull himself out of this terrible reincarnation."

Stark was stunned for a long time before digesting this information. He gradually stood straight, no longer sticking himself to the wall like a soft-bodied animal. He looked at Schiller and said, "You know I will save him?"

"Of course you will."

"But I didn't bring any armor or weapons."

"You don't need those."

Stark turned his head and sighed for a long time, pulled open the hem of his suit with both hands, put his hands on his hips, and said, "You know I can ascend, right? It's just a matter of minutes for me to become an Iron Demon God and fish Peter out. Is this the level of your revenge?"

Schiller looked at Stark, shook his head lightly, and said, "These two universes have reached a fragile and stable symbiotic relationship. Any act of destruction from the inside or external intervention has a certain probability of making the two universes vanish into thin air."

"You can choose to gamble. Your series of actions of breaking through the cosmic extreme wall to ascend and then reaching back to fish people out won't cause the universe's overreaction. That barrier, which is more sensitive and fragile because of the symbiotic relationship, will give you enough patience."

Schiller walked to Stark, very close to him, then tilted his head and said, "Or actually, they have less patience than you. Even if it's just a little bit of external interference, or even your observation of those cross-universe communication devices, it will break the balance between them, thereby destroying everything in this universe."

"Bang!"

Stark hit Schiller in the face with a left hook, then grabbed his collar and threw him onto the experimental table next to him. Schiller's head hit the edge of the experimental table, and blood flowed instantly.

Looking at Schiller's blood-covered face, Stark seemed to have a sudden stress reaction. He took a deep breath and hurriedly rushed toward Schiller. Schiller supported his upper body with his elbows, wiped the blood on his face with his fingers, and looked at the panicked Stark, saying, "Will you personally explain to your good doctor how this wound came about when he surfaces?"

"I... I didn't mean to..."

In just a blink of an eye, Stark felt himself being lifted directly. An arm tightly strangled his neck and dragged him backward until he reached the experimental table.

"Bang!"

Stark's head was smashed directly onto the experimental table. He felt his nasal bone break instantly, and then followed by bang! The second time, bang! The third time...

When Schiller let go, Stark slid directly to the ground, lying on the ground weakly, his eyes full of flashing light spots.

Schiller walked over, pinched Stark's neck, and lifted him up again. This time Stark really felt the threat of death.

"I really am not suitable for the 'manipulation' set. Be kind, Mr. Stark, I haven't eaten anything for a long time."

Stark struggled with all his strength, and finally broke free from Schiller's hand when he poked Schiller's neck with an elbow.

He leaned forward and ran forward staggeringly, but was choked by his own blood when he ran to the corner, and dry-heaved while supporting the experimental table.

The black shadow behind him approached him. Stark had never seen such an oppressive Schiller. It was as if he would really kill him... wouldn't he?

No, that was a hungry beast. When they are hungry, their most ferocious primitive instincts will drive them to swallow anyone. Think of a way, think of a way quickly!

Stark ran toward the cabinet on the side of the experimental table with all his strength, then staggered and hit the corner of the cabinet with his shoulder, making the cabinet lose its balance, then pulled forward with his hand, and rushed forward while shrinking his body.

The tall iron cabinet smashed down directly. What Stark didn't expect was that Schiller didn't dodge at all.

Seeing Schiller smashed directly, Stark began to tremble all over like he didn't want his life. He rushed over desperately to lift the cabinet, and a hand like an evil ghost tightly grabbed his wrist.

Stark retracted his hand in horror. Blood flowed from under the cabinet. He had to frantically start lifting the cabinet again. Fortunately, the cabinet was empty. Although it looked big, it wasn't heavy. Stark let out a low roar from his throat, exerted force with both hands, and flipped the cabinet to the other side.

Schiller lay on the ground, his back of the head full of blood. Just as Stark hesitated for a moment, Schiller slowly supported his body with his hands.

The moment the two looked at each other, Stark turned and ran.

He ran like he didn't want his life, because he saw a kind of desire from Schiller's eyes that was the most primitive and irresistible to humans—appetite.

In the panic, Stark had no time to recall what the structure of Stark Tower was. He rushed out of the door in a panic, hesitated for a moment, then came back and closed the door, locking the safety lock with trembling hands.

The next second, he heard the violent door-banging sound that didn't sound like it was made by a human. Stark, who was running, slipped and fell to the ground. Adrenaline made him forget the pain, and he climbed up at the fastest speed and rushed into another room.

A figure stood in the room.

Stark's alarm bells rang instantly. He didn't lie. He saw the scene of the zombie siege when he fell, but he saw even more clearly that the zombies portrayed in TV dramas and games, which were extremely inflexible, could even jump onto the balcony with a three-meter jump without a run-up.

At this moment, he finally remembered that the Stark laboratory safety regulations required that once a disaster broke out, scientific researchers must evacuate first, and security personnel needed to come to the laboratory to destroy data.

But remembering this was useless, because this zombie standing in front of him was more than two meters tall. Without looking at the front face, he knew it must be the most elite batch of security personnel.

Stark didn't know how zombies discovered humans, but he was very sure that this big guy in front of him had already discovered him.

Stark was 185cm tall without armor, but the muscle mass of the two was completely not on the same level, and it could even be said that they were two levels apart. Even if Stark knew how to fight, he couldn't win, let alone he didn't know. Fortunately, his brain was clear, and he turned and ran.

Just after taking two steps, Schiller, who was full of blood, stood at the door like an evil ghost, staring at Stark.

Stark swallowed his saliva.

The next second, he was smashed out by a chair directly. A painful groan overflowed from his mouth. Just as he struggled to climb up, the zombie security guard who wanted to come over and bite off his head entered Schiller's field of vision at the door.

In the dark laboratory, Stark couldn't see Schiller's movements at all, and could only see a black shadow directly hitting the strong zombie security guard.

After the zombie security guard was caught off guard and knocked down to the ground, that figure picked up one of his legs and threw it toward the sharpest edge of the experimental table.

With a "click," the lumbar spine was shattered. With a "bang," the internal organs ruptured. Then Stark watched Schiller press on the big guy's body and rawly twisted his head off.

But the zombie's body didn't stop moving and kept struggling. After Schiller discovered it, he threw the head aside, inserted his fingers into the zombie's back, tore the skin, tore the muscles, and dug out the spine section by section.

Vertebrates cannot lose their spines, otherwise all bones cannot be connected and operated. Stark could feel that this big zombie was still alive, but because the most critical part of the body structure was destroyed, it couldn't move at all.

And then—

The good news is that the zombie didn't bite Schiller, the bad news is that Schiller bit the zombie.

Schiller took a bite of the red meat left behind after digging the spine, and then spat it out instantly.

Stark was completely scared silly, and even lost all strength to escape.

Schiller stood up shakily.

Stark was almost crying. He felt very aggrieved. It's like this, and you still hold a grudge because I thought of a way to treat you?! Does that method look like it has even a little bit of overreaction now?!

Schiller took a deep breath and watched him walk over. Stark struggled to retreat to the corner of the wall. When Schiller reached out toward him, Stark experienced a short pause in breathing.

Schiller took away the chair that smashed on Stark and said in the darkness: "Saving Spider-Man is a long-term goal, you first have to find a way to save me."

Stark opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Schiller said: "... it's also saving yourself, reserve food."

Stark swallowed his saliva again.

"You said you were very hungry, are you gluttony among the seven deadly sins? Uh, don't misunderstand, after all, pride, greed, and the like are too easy to make people associate with this."

"You could say that." Schiller answered coldly.

Stark endured the pain and climbed up from the ground, looked at the messy zombie corpse, then looked at Schiller, and asked quite cautiously: "What do you eat?... Okay, I shouldn't have asked more, but forgive me for being blunt, I'm afraid that even if you can accept human flesh, this world probably doesn't have much clean people left."

"Zombie meat can't be eaten." Schiller looked at the zombie corpse on the ground with some regret and said: "Their brains are secreting a special substance, making their muscles and internal organs become smelly and bitter. This might be to prevent their kind from cannibalizing each other."

"But there probably isn't..."

"There wasn't before." Schiller turned to look at the window, and then said: "The trash has been thrown out."

Stark was a bit puzzled, but Schiller stared straight at the window. Stark didn't know what he was looking at, so he followed his gaze.

He saw the feet of a person who had hanged himself.

"Ah!!!!!!!!!" Stark screamed.

"Don't scream." Schiller said impatiently: "Find a way to catch him, let me take a bite and see if it can be eaten."

"...... Ah?!"

Stark was shocked by several sudden changes, and his brain stopped working.

First, he saw a ghost, second, Schiller also saw a ghost, and finally, Schiller asked him to catch the ghost because he wanted to eat him.

Stark's genius brain played a great role at this time, and he instinctively began to recite the data related to ghosts he had studied before.

"The essence of ghosts is electric waves. Because of their different properties, they provide different energy, so they are also affected by other energy. High-voltage power grids and magic cages can catch them."

Seeing Schiller looking at him with burning eyes, full of expectation, as if looking at a world-class chef, Stark gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, saying:

"I know where the power interface of Stark Tower is, follow me!"

"Thank you, reserve food."