Chapter 2105: The Ultimate New World (Part 21)

In the Time Variance Authority office, Schiller, leaning back in his chair, yawned, stretched, and said, "I'm going back to rest for a while. Don't call me unless it's something important."

Strange waved his hand to signal him to go quickly. He was browsing through the homework of the little mages sent to him by Wong, the head steward of Kamar-Taj, and was focused, having no time to deal with Schiller for the moment.

Strange wasn't worried that Schiller would run out just like that. The space around the Time Variance Authority was now sealed by him. Schiller couldn't open a portal here, and any other means of teleportation would be discovered by him.

Strange felt that Schiller could run away, but he couldn't run away from the temple. And Schiller intended to just abandon the temple.

Moving house was actually a bit troublesome, but Schiller had a good helper, and that was Professor Charles, who was sailing the Ship of the Underworld in the Dream World.

Charles, standing at the bow of the ship, smiled helplessly. After the ship came to a complete stop, he stepped off the ship, hugged Schiller, and said, "It finally came to this day. To be honest, it's later than I imagined. I thought you couldn't wait long ago."

"Good food is worth waiting for." Schiller also looked very happy. He said, "I actually felt it was a bit early. I actually still prefer being a psychiatrist, but there's no other way."

At this time, Jormungandr had already coiled around the mast of the ship, constantly waving its tail and shouting, "Set sail! Set sail quickly! I don't want to stay here for even one more second!"

Charles patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "How many people are you planning to take over this time? Who are they?"

"You might not be familiar with the people this time." Schiller walked onto the ship with Charles and said, "Besides me going over, there are a few new friends. Let's get on the ship first."

The group boarded the ship. The Ship of the Underworld traveled through the Dream World until it gradually sailed into a thick fog, and behind the fog was a brand-new consciousness space.

The consciousness space of Skrulls was slightly different from that of humans. Their memory and understanding organs were much more developed than those of humans, so their consciousness space was also more organized than that of humans.

Human consciousness space was more like fragments strung together by threads. Instincts, memories, and thoughts were messily mixed together, often appearing and disappearing at the same time.

Skrulls were more advanced in this regard. They were born with the ability to introspect their own consciousness and build their own consciousness space, memory thoughts, and the like. To them, these were not abstract, but things that could truly be seen within the brain.

This made it convenient for what Schiller was about to do: first, build a temporary camp here, and then rebuild a tower.

It wasn't that he had to do the whole act, but the problem was that over the years, Schiller had become very accustomed to this way of thinking, so he decided to use the old method anyway: just build the tower first.

Jormungandr had already been stretching there for a long time. It coiled its body on top of the orderly filing cabinets representing memories, coiling a very large circle, and the Schillers also officially began their Phase II tower construction project.

But construction was construction; serious business still had to be done. The most urgent thing now was to investigate Spider-Man's situation. Fortunately, personality traits could cooperate; others worked in the consciousness space, while Greed continued to go up to do the real work.

But before setting off for the destination, Schiller still had one thing to do, and that was to summon the Gray Mist.

Because he wouldn't be using that body for the time being, he had to call the Gray Mist over. Of course, the Gray Mist was also an important part of Schiller's construction of a new identity.

From the moment Schiller had the idea of building a new identity, he kept nagging the Gray Mist: "You are a magical creature, a magical creature, a magical creature. Don't keep thinking about your physical movements. Can you exert some mystical attributes?"

The Gray Mist also knew that his way of existence was very special. He wasn't like a material life form in the universe, and he was a bit different from a cosmic demon composed of pure energy; he was more like something between the two.

However, because he had always thought he was a symbiote before, he had put all his skill points into the skills that symbiotes had, and even pointed out his weaknesses.

Ever since he realized he wasn't a symbiote, the Gray Mist also began to pay more attention to his instincts.

But he discovered that these instincts of his couldn't be exerted when he stayed inside Schiller's body. When he stayed inside Schiller's body, he was indeed just a symbiote.

He had to unfold the Gray Mist factors and cover an area before some anomalies would gradually appear.

The Gray Mist didn't know what these anomalies were useful for for the time being, but in Schiller's view, this was enough, because for him, the most important thing about magic was the special effects.

Whether it was real magic didn't matter. It was enough if others thought you could do it.

Then, in the process of discussing abilities with the Gray Mist, they began to study what kind of image and abilities were more intimidating, could better distinguish him from his current psychiatrist image, and allow him to participate in the game with a new identity without being discovered and blocked by others.

Finally, they discovered that creating many terrifying things in the secular sense actually fell into the lower tier. True fear always came from the unknown. Schiller had a bold idea because of this.

Subsequently, Schiller headed to the universe where the White Can was located to investigate the case of Spider-Man's death with a brand-new identity.

However, there was another problem: just going over like this, Schiller's identity was that of a visitor from outside the sky. Without an official identity, it would be difficult to deal with the locals, but this had never stumped Schiller.

Changing disguises to find fun was supposed to have some difficulty. If it were too simple, it wouldn't be interesting. So Schiller didn't use any authority to change an identity for himself; he planned to gain a foothold from scratch.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the S. H. I. E. L. D. headquarters office, Nick frowned as he looked at the documents in his hand. What was marked on them were the anomalies that had occurred among the residents of San Francisco over the past month.

At the same time, he recalled the whole process of sending the Nick Fury of this universe to a safe house. Only after confirming there were no loopholes did he put his attention back on the documents.

"Boss, you have to see this."

Coulson walked in with big strides and stood next to the huge silver-white conference table. Nick Fury looked at him, just about to scold him for not knocking as usual, when he saw the grave expression on Coulson's face.

Nick immediately realized that something major had probably happened, so he stared at Coulson's complexion while picking up the report he had brought.

His gaze was immediately attracted by the picture on the report. He brought the document closer and examined the picture carefully.

It was a two-story small building with a red roof. Based on Nick's experience, it might be an ordinary family in a middle-class community in New York. The exterior looked plain, and the construction year shouldn't be more than 20 years old, which was considered a relatively new building.

But this house was obviously not the point. The point was the mysterious smoke column in the woods in the background of the picture of this house.

"Coulson, do you want to challenge the threshold for the Level 7 agent assessment again recently?" Nick put down the materials and looked at Coulson, saying, "Can such an unclear UFO sighting report also be sent to me?"

"This is not unclear." Coulson sighed, placed a bulging handbag on the table, pointed at it, and then said, "In just one week, there have been more than two hundred sighting reports in New York State, and they were sighted at almost different times, different locations, and in different ways."

Coulson took the document Nick had put down, flipped back a few pages, and handed it to Nick again. This time, Nick's pupils shrank, because what appeared in the photo this time was not some distant, blurry smoke column.

The photo this time was of a forest. Behind the overlapping bushes and towering birch trees, the reflection of a pond could be vaguely seen. Through the reflection of the pond, one could see thick fog permeating the sky not far away, and there was a huge eye in the fog.

Optical parallax, Nick thought. In the many years he had been the director of S. H. I. E. L. D., he had handled many similar incidents. Few were related to mysterious events; most were just some visual illusions and optical phenomena.

But as he flipped to the next page, this thought was a bit shaken, because this photo was of an old factory, looking like the kind of factory with chimneys that used heat.

This seemed to be the perspective captured by a surveillance camera. In the pitch-black night, in the thick fog rising from several towering chimneys, the shape of an eye was vaguely formed again.

Nick flipped the previous page back and compared the shapes of these two eyes, discovering that this probably wasn't a coincidence. If it were really an optical phenomenon based on the Tyndall effect, didn't these two eyes look a bit too much alike?

If one had to describe the shape of this eye, it wasn't very realistic. It didn't have a three-dimensional eye structure, so it didn't look very terrifying.

It was more like a mural composed of thick fog, mysterious and strange, more like a religious totem than any physical monster.

Flipping further back, Nick was even more certain. No wonder Coulson's complexion was so grave; this thing probably really wasn't a simple UFO.

The next photo was clearer—a group of college students riding road bikes chose a place with good scenery to take pictures as a souvenir.

Behind them were endless mountains. The sky in late autumn was clear and strange. In the distance, the forest was dyed in layers, with red, yellow, green, and purple overlapping. In the foreground was a group of sunny and energetic college students with smiles on their faces, arms around each other's shoulders.

This was originally a normal tourist photo, reminding people of the good times of youth.

But looking at it a second time made people feel a bit creepy, because at the end of the grass behind the road, which was the front of the woods, a human figure stood vaguely.

Because this photo was taken at sunrise, the temperature difference between day and night caused the moist grass and forest to be covered with a layer of thin fog. The figure stood at the end of the fog, blurry and shadowy, as if it would dissipate if the wind blew.

Nick, relying on his years of experience in handling supernatural events, could see that this figure was not a shape formed by the coincidence of air or fog changes. It just stood there, but its gaze was fixed on the camera, as if it wanted to convey some information.

Flipping further back, there were four types of paranormal phenomena sighted—huge eyes, huge mouths, mysterious smoke columns, and mysterious figures standing in the thin fog.

After reading, Nick took out his phone and made a call, saying to the other end, "Hello? Stephen, is Schiller there?"

"He's sleeping? Are you sure? Go check quickly... Alright, he really is there."

"No, it's nothing, just that I have to make sure this isn't his doing. You know, although it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, who knows."

"What? He's awake? Let him answer the phone! Hello? Schiller, I'm here... Alright, alright, calm down..."

"No, you're dreaming! I don't have anything to consult, and it's impossible for me to pay you a consultation fee. Goodbye!"

Nick put down the phone, glanced at Coulson opposite him, then glanced at the documents on the table, sighed deeply, and said.

"I suspect this might be related to the mutations of the residents of San Francisco. Set it to the highest priority, prepare to initiate the project, codename... 'Visitor in the Mist'." ===== CHAPTER 2106 =====