Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 234 Bonsai
into the night.

Luca, unusually, wasn't busy in the lab. After handing over all the trivial matters to Hakimi, he leisurely curled up in a beanbag chair, casually flipping through books, surrounded by a large group of Haro's.

Although a quiet environment may be more suitable for studying.

But Luca himself actually enjoys having a bunch of little guys around him making a ruckus.

Especially when watching Big White carefully protect those bouncy little guys, using its soft, big hands to separate each of the different colored Haros to prevent them from colliding with each other and making even more noise.

Luca couldn't help but smile, his copy of "Quantum Physics" still stuck on the first page of the preface for quite some time.

'Sigh... I wish I could live like this forever.'

However, after thinking about the terrible world he was in, Luca shook his head helplessly.

'I wonder how the reconstruction in Osborne is going? Perhaps it's time to start pushing for the "Big White into Every Home" project.'

Recalling what happened to the Osborne Group some time ago, Luca felt that old Osborne had been incredibly unlucky.

Unlike Orange Tower, which was largely undamaged during the last Hydra-induced riot of otherworldly criminals, Osborn's headquarters suffered heavy losses.

Not only was the company's office destroyed, but its employees also suffered heavy casualties.
Fortunately, the two companies had previously collaborated on a project to mass-produce the Big White robot.

Under the cover of those unfinished robot "army", the Osborn Group was able to avoid complete destruction.

Later on, they even had the capacity to send some replicas of Baymax to support New York City residents and participate in post-disaster reconstruction efforts.

This can be considered a very effective advertisement for this project, which has not yet been fully launched.

However, the Osborne Group's bad luck didn't end there.

They had already begun post-disaster reconstruction when they were attacked by several otherworldly villain groups.

Although the losses were not significant, they still caused the Osborne Group's reconstruction efforts to be repeatedly delayed.

According to Luca, the mastermind behind the villains' attack on Osborn appears to be the fugitive villain nicknamed Mr. Negative.

I don't know if this guy is a little off his mind. He's obviously a visitor from another world, but he harbors a deep hatred for the Osborn Group.

Even while evading S.H.I.E.L.D.'s pursuit, they continued to find ways to cause trouble for the Osborn Corporation.

This also meant that the original DaBai promotion plan could not be launched as scheduled.

'Forget it, the whole of America is in chaos right now. Even if it were to be widely adopted, it's hard to say how many people would be willing to spend money on a medical companion robot.'

'Let Osborne deal with this himself.'

He casually grabbed the demonic Haro that was stubbornly pushing against him, and threw it directly onto Big White's round belly.

Watching the dark red little creature flap its wings and wobble into the air, Luca's smile deepened.

"What a pity. The enhancement effect of the Heavenly Ritual is so good. If we don't continue to open the Gates of Hell, we won't even have the most basic materials left."

"Haha, with so many delicious ingredients, I reckon it won't be long before I can directly open the dimensional portal to Earth!"

At this very moment, amidst the ruins and rubble of the Washington nuclear bomb explosion.

A refined middle-aged man in a white suit, whose figure appeared somewhat ethereal, stood in the center of the ruins filled with a radiant aura, enjoying the 'sweet' atmosphere around him with a sense of intoxication and delight.

Evil, despair, confusion, and pain. What others would avoid at all costs, Mephisto saw as a symbol of an immense treasure trove.

Everywhere is filled with inexhaustible resources.

That's right, it's Mephisto.

Or perhaps, it was his clone that escaped from Orange Mansion!
As an old schemer who has lived for who knows how long, when he realized that his strength was insufficient and his weaknesses had been discovered by the enemy, he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to just stand there and wait to die.

For Mephisto, face and reputation meant absolutely nothing.

He immediately abandoned the staff forged by the temporary demon and fled the scene.

In fact, with Mephisto's abilities, he could easily have caused those demons to split and interfere with the enemy while secretly taking away his most important power and soul.

However, to make the demise of this clone seem more realistic, Mephisto only took a small amount of the power he used to maintain his own existence, leaving the rest at Orange Tower.

Of course, this is also because Mephisto, the lord of hell, had only just arrived on Earth when he could clearly sense that countless 'high-quality' souls were gathering in the direction of Washington.

Although these souls could not bring Mephisto down in person.

Or rather, even if he were to descend in person, without a fallen holy spirit as his vessel, he would be unable to unleash the full power of his true form.

But at least, using these souls to open the gates of hell and send the demon army to Earth was still a piece of cake for him.

How big of a gap can they ultimately create, and how many subordinates can they gather?
Come, child.

As he spoke, Mephisto made a fist with one hand.

Suddenly, a series of mournful howls echoed from what had been an empty space before him, and illusory afterimages surged towards his palm like a tide. A satisfied smile appeared on Mephisto's face.

However, even Mephisto himself failed to notice that a green wave appeared around him the moment he stepped into the Washington site.

Subsequently, the entire Washington site seemed to be completely isolated from the outside world.

Beyond the pale green light, everything remained the same.

But within the area affected by the Washington nuclear explosion, the passage of time for all objects seemed to be slowed down countless times.

Mephisto, in particular, strode towards the center of the ruins.

In his own perception, it was just a leisurely stroll.

But if someone were watching him from outside the ruins, his steps would be as slow as a tortoise crawling.

It was as if they were performing Draco's invisibility technique, moving only slowly after a long while.

As the viewpoint rises and time passes...

Regardless of how the sun and moon revolve or how the weather changes in the outside world.

Everything within the Washington nuclear bomb ruins, including the only Mephisto clone that existed there, remained completely isolated from the outside world, unaffected in the slightest, continuing to run at its own time flow, which had been slowed down countless times.

It's like a bonsai tree, existing independently of the world.

(End of this chapter)