ushernet Chapter 913 Where are the amazing teammates?
Chapter 913 Where are the amazing teammates?
Chapter 913 Where are the amazing teammates? (4)
If Strange hadn't said the spell couldn't be modified any further, Peter really would have added more restrictions. Looking at these "protagonists" from across the universe, Peter discovered that a significant portion didn't meet the criteria; many so-called protagonists were actually "villains," such as the well-known Hulk.
Or perhaps it's the Green Emperor who defeated the Hulk in a certain universe.
Thinking about these extraordinary individuals, Peter felt a surge of tension. He really wanted to find a powerful tank character like the Hulk; it was obvious that Old Wolf was truly too old and not suitable.
Then Peter found another character he was looking for in this endless spider web: Thor, the Allfather from Earth 14412, also known as King Thor. His universe is a possible future of Earth 616, an era that has passed through countless years and where Earth's civilization has been destroyed.
There, Thor, the father of Asgard, and Gol, the god-slayer, became sworn enemies who fought fiercely for hundreds of years.
Although Thor has become exactly like Odin in both appearance and personality, he is undoubtedly a positive character, and there probably wouldn't be any problem getting him involved; Thor would most likely not refuse. Moreover, although Thor's combat power is somewhat inconsistent—he had his son killed by Gale, his granddaughter enslaved, and he was knocked away by Galactus (then returned with the Black Death Sword and killed Galactus).
But he is, after all, an all-around father, at least on par with Odin, which ensures that the team has a reliable main character.
With four roles already pre-selected, Peter only needs one more teammate if everyone is willing to come.
Then he noticed the images within the spiderwebs began to flicker. Peter turned to Strange, bewildered, and asked, "Didn't you say this spell would last for hours?"
"Nonsense, how long do you think you've been watching?! Almost three hours!"
Realizing the urgency of time, Peter quickly began to select suitable team members. He was so picky that he hadn't even managed to gather five people yet, which was quite frustrating. However, Peter couldn't immediately come up with any "leading men" who were good enough.
Why does Marvel love writing all those nonsensical stories?
After meticulously recording the names of potential recruits, Peter ultimately made no decision, leaving behind a list of dozens of names before letting out a long sigh. Simultaneously, the scenes within the grid began to vanish one after another, until finally, the threads of fate, having lost all their power, could no longer maintain their form and snapped on the ground.
"Does this mean it's unusable?"
Peter bent down to pick up a section, only to find it crumbled into dust, much to his surprise. Strange, finally recovering from his meditation, said, "Of course it's unusable. This is the Thread of Fate, and fate cannot be reused. So, have you found a satisfactory ally?"
"That depends on the definition of satisfaction. In short, I've made a list, but—I don't feel particularly satisfied with any of them."
Strange didn't seem to care. He used a spell to turn all the threads of fate to ash, then summoned two sorcerer hands to sweep the floor: "Maybe your standards are too high, Spider-Man. Perhaps you should lower them a bit."
"For example, I found a universe where Stephen Strange is the protagonist. In that universe, he didn't become the Sorcerer Supreme because he lost both hands in a car accident, but because his girlfriend Christine died in the accident—"
"Ex-girlfriend, we broke up."
Peter gave Strange a strange look, then continued, "So he eventually became the Sorcerer Supreme and used the Time Stone to alter the timeline, causing the collapse of reality—oh, not completely, there's still a piece of land less than the size of this house left."
Strange paused for a moment, then said seriously, "He would definitely need a huge amount of magic to do that, and he would inevitably go astray, but that doesn't matter. I'm sure you wouldn't invite him to join your team, right, Spider-Man?"
"I—I saw that the Transcendent One sent him an invitation."
Then Peter saw Strange's expression, like an old man using a cell phone on the subway, and could only shrug helplessly. Undoubtedly, the Beyonders planned an unprecedentedly massive event, aiming to have all sorts of monsters and demons participate.
So one of the biggest problems Peter encountered was that many of the people he wanted to invite had already been snatched away by the Superior!
Peter, having mentioned this, then looked at Strange, who seemed quite helpless in the face of it. After thinking carefully for a while, he shook his head helplessly: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it, Spider-Man. After all, I can't join your team. You'll just have to pray for the best."
"Yes, I have quite a few Stranges on my list too, I'll talk about it later."
Peter pondered whether he needed to revise his selection criteria, since most of Marvel's parallel universes were editorial dumping grounds with few normal storylines. The numerous "what if" series, in particular, were both hilarious and frustrating, with many protagonists from these "what if" universes completely unsuitable as main characters.
After finishing these tasks, Peter was about to pick people from the list when he turned to look at Cindy, then realized something and put his notebook away: "Did you bring a coat? It's still quite cold outside."
"I have a coat, I'll put it on when I go out."
"The temperature difference is huge, take care of yourself." Peter said, then realized it wasn't quite right, so he added, "Are you free? If so, we can find a coffee shop; the air conditioning there shouldn't be this high—"
"There's one right at the corner to the left after you go out." Strange summoned a small bag, squatted down, and let the Wizard Hand pour the ashes of the Fate Threads from the winnowing basket into it: "Goodbye and don't bother coming back."
"Okay, then wait until you get your coat—" Peter turned around and found there was no coat in the room. He was about to ask Cindy when he turned back and saw that she was wearing an extra set of clothes and fiddling with the seams of the coat. Then Peter remembered the scarf Cindy had given him, so he nodded.
After collecting the ashes, Strange stood up and looked at the two men, then asked with a puzzled expression, "Didn't you say you were leaving a few seconds ago? Why are you still here? Why don't you stay for a meal?"
"No, no, no, please enjoy the food at the Holy of Holies. Let's go quickly."
Watching Peter drag someone away, Strange shook his head with a smile. Then Wang pushed open the door, holding a bowl of purple, viscous stuffed with some kind of worm: "Strange? Time for porridge."
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