441. Say Yes!!

441. Say Yes!!

(T/N): Since it's Christmas there is mass release.

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"Don't get excited. I don't need your life."

Alex smiled, trying to calm the Punisher, then turned his gaze to the Sentry. "I'm here for you, Sentry."

"Me?" The Sentry looked confused.

"Yes. You hold the key to unlocking all these secrets."

Alex said seriously.

"Perhaps in the entire universe, only someone like you can carry the contamination brought by the higher narrative beings. Only you can show me the coordinates of that world."

Alex knew that the contamination in the Sentry hadn't vanished. Or rather, the traces of contamination still lingered in his mental world. It was only after he came here that the two contaminations partially neutralized and counterbalanced each other.

Under these circumstances, the two contaminations were now in completely different states, resulting in an eerie tearing sensation.

The wild madness and bloodlust within the Sentry's body had reached a balance, allowing him to maintain a normal state.

To be precise, Doctor Strange had only cured the zombie virus within him, but the contamination continued to distort his mind, pushing him into extreme madness.

However, for the Sentry now, the void had replaced him as the carrier of the contamination.

"What do you need me to do?" The Sentry asked without hesitation.

"It's not a difficult task. I need to enter your mental world once more and touch that layer of contamination, because there, I might find the gateway to another dimension.

Stephen, I need you to maintain the stability of the Sanctum Sanctorum. I'm not sure if my actions will trigger any responses from the contamination, after all, there is an 'alive' source of contamination in this world."

"I understand, but do you really not need me to go with you?" Doctor Strange casually asked.

"Thank you for the offer, but it's better if you stay here. I can't be sure what kind of impact it would have if you entered that world. Moreover, you're the Supreme Sorcerer—if you leave, this Sanctum will fall apart."

As he spoke, Alex stood up and approached the Sentry, gently placing his hand on the Sentry's head.

"Alright, I was just being polite," Doctor Strange shrugged.

Not responding to Doctor Strange's words, Alex slowly closed his eyes and softly murmured to the Sentry.

"Relax, Robert. Don't be nervous, and don't think about anything."

Black liquid began to flow from Alex's sleeves, thick like tar, gradually covering his entire palm.

Slowly, more and more black liquid poured out, covering both Alex and the Sentry.

[Master, are you sure you want to do this?]

Miss Minutes's voice suddenly rang out.

Unlike before, Miss Minutes's voice sounded cold this time, completely different from her usual carefree and happy tone.

'I'm sure. This is something I must do.'

Alex closed his eyes, furrowing his brow slightly as he responded. Things had developed to this point—if he didn't go see it for himself, he would never forgive himself.

[You should know one thing. Once you come into contact with that world, you will be disconnected from the timepad. In other words, I will no longer be able to protect your personal safety.]

Miss Minutes continued, her tone calm, as if a machine were delivering the instructions without any emotional involvement.

'I know. This is also one of the things I want to investigate,' Alex replied in his mind. 'The timepad can cross over the worlds of both the Avengers and the Justice League. It should be able to access more multiverses.'

[You will return, won't you?]

'Don't speak as if I'm already dead, ma'am.'

Alex smirked, continuing his response.

'What you need to ensure is that, when I'm not around, the Wasteland Universe and the Overseers will continue to live in peace, at least without causing any trouble. As for my safety, I'm no longer a naive newbie.'

Upon hearing this, Miss Minutes fell silent.

Yes, with incompatible powers, he couldn't descend in his true form.

But... it seemed he didn't necessarily need to use his true form to enter that world.

As long as he found a suitable vessel, even beings like Lucifer and Michael could easily descend to the mortal realm.

With this thought, Alex slowly smiled.

At the Kroger supermarket in the USA, numerous thieves were fiercely firing their weapons at the outside.

Just half an hour ago, these criminals had robbed a bank and fled by car. As they were about to escape the city, the Eagle appeared.

Armed with a bow and arrow, he shot the driver of the car with a single arrow, exploding his head.

With no other option, the criminals rushed into the Kroger supermarket with the stolen money and took dozens of hostages, threatening them while trying to find a way out, all while exchanging gunfire with the Eagle outside.

As one of the superheroes under the Vought Group, the Eagle's powerful vision and extraordinary physical abilities made each of his shots easily take the lives of the criminals.

But it seemed he had forgotten that his quiver of arrows was finite. Using such primitive weapons against the criminals' firearms, without any backup, had left him in a difficult situation.

Perhaps Vought had overlooked the need for practical combat when designing their superheroes. As a result, when the Eagle ran out of arrows, the criminals began a vengeful massacre.

Countless innocent people were gunned down by the enraged criminals, their blood covering the streets.

Inside the warehouse at the back of the supermarket.

A bloodied man lay on the ground, five bullet holes in his back, blood continuously flowing from them.

The man stared wide-eyed, not understanding why he was caught in this disaster.

He was just a student working part-time, and he couldn't fathom why this tragedy had befallen him.

His breathing became more difficult, his vision slowly fading.

In the haze, a phantom voice sounded in his ear.

"Say yes."

'What?'

'Who, who's speaking?'

The man's confused mind briefly returned to clarity, and he regained some of his senses.

"Do you have any last wishes?"

The voice slowly echoed.

'Last wishes...?'

It was only then that the man realized he had already died.

He suddenly felt an overwhelming sadness and despair.

He was just a kid, he hadn't experienced the beauty of life yet...

After a long silence, this despair was consumed by boundless anger. His voice rang out, filled with murderous intent and repression.

'I want them dead, I want those terrorists dead. And that damn superhero... I want them all to come down and accompany me in the grave!'

"Deal. Then you know what to do."

'I...'

Hearing this, the man seemed to lose the last of his strength.

His blood-soaked lips trembled slightly.

".y"

".yes."

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