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Mission points: 1000

Do you want to accept it?】

074 Do you have a name? I don’t have one, and you don’t have one either? I don’t have one either.

"Private chat with a great cell"

[World Manipulator] Avid Architect: Hi, are you there, brother? Want a red envelope?

A great cell:? What, free?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Nonsense, of course it's free, how can I charge you for this thing?

[The enthusiastic architect sent a red envelope]

【A great cell received a red envelope】

Although one guy was a little surprised, after all, after experiencing the baptism of those outrageously expensive goods, something free like this was like pie in the sky, so sweet that it seemed poisonous.

But he didn't care whether this was a trap or not, even if there was a bang after it was opened, and his blood splattered everywhere, if this dead body could still be squeezed out of blood, and it would be a bastard not to take advantage of the opportunity.

He opened the red envelope carelessly, but only a small sign fell out. It grew bigger when he held it in his hand for a while. He swung it a few times and felt its weight, but it was too light. It was not a suitable weapon to hit people with. It was worse than the tattered knife in his hand whose name he didn't know.

A great man: What is this? Is it just a sign?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: It's a sign. You hold it up and you can type text on it. You can say whatever you want.

A great man: "No, I still don't understand. Why are you giving me this? So, are you being kind? What are you asking for? Let me make it clear in advance: I won't take it back. Don't even think about asking me to do something."

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: How come you deserve a beating even more than I do? ??? I just wanted to help you, that's all.

A great man: ...Is there really still kindness in this world?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ...You, forget it. Don't overthink it. It's mainly because you can't talk either. It reminds me of a ghost. The ghost really helped me a lot, but I don't have anything to offer him. So who the hell am I helping? Help is something that should be passed down. Besides, help is mutual. I don't want to fall into the abyss one day, shouting "Help me, help me!" but no one sees me, no one is willing to lend a hand. Those people are as indifferent as I once was.

A great man: Then give me an extra ten dollars. I think one is not enough. Is that okay?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: You, what's with all that arrogance? Okay, here you go.

After Steve distributed the red envelopes, he suddenly opened the main group as if he had thought of something.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Architect: @Ordinary Rich Man You are such a good person

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: ????

Tony Stark, who was called for no reason, was completely confused.

But no matter what, the journey has begun.

Tony Stark stood in the villa where everyone had been cleared out, and had received a message that three people had accepted the mission this time. They were the regular resident of the mission, the ghost, the unknown person who he had met last time, and the newcomer in the group. Didn't they introduce themselves to the newcomer? What was the newcomer's name?

Tony Stark prayed sincerely this time that it was the Knight himself who took the mission, instead of another annoying guy.

Two tall figures gradually emerged from the purple flame with the word "Ghost" floating above it. Tony Stark's heart and lungs began to stop. Wait two more?

He examined them carefully again until he saw the familiar small and cute figure. Only then did he have time to turn around and observe the other two.

Let’s not talk about the unknown person for now. He had cooperated reluctantly on the last mission, and until now, he still couldn’t completely accept it. Even though he understood that the other party’s actions were impeccable at the time, there seemed to be a hurdle in his heart that he couldn’t get over.

They might be able to work together, but they can't be friends.

Tony Stark sighed. Perhaps this was the so-called hypocrisy of a damned hero, or the self-blame of the powerless.

When he saw the other person, he thought of the victims whom he could not remember even after just a glance. As he said, the victims who rushed to the front, the victims who could never go back because he was powerless.

He would often overlap the victims who disappeared without a trace after their death over there with the bloody corpses here, like an invisible nightmare.

In the dream, those people reached out to him with painful howls on their faces. He subconsciously reached out his hand, but only pulled a severed hand. An abyss appeared below at some point, and countless people fell in, regardless of gender, age or status.

Every time he thought of those nightmares, cold sweat began to overflow, wetting his hair. Tony Stark subconsciously rubbed his temples to wake himself up.

When he saw the last person, he almost couldn't help but shout out, "What the hell?" Fortunately, he had seen a lot of people in the group, and there were all kinds of people, so he was not surprised.

The man was wearing tattered clothes and exuded a subtle smell. His limbs were an unhealthy blue color and a bit corrupt. There was something floating on them, like a ball of pure black flame with an eye in the middle looking around.

The first thing the little knight did when he came over was to glance around. After a moment's silence, he brought out the chair specially made for him and sat on it with his chin in his hand. Green also sat down, subconsciously wanting to rest on the little knight's legs like he used to, until he got closer and realized that this dream could only be put to rest indefinitely, at least, not until his father grew taller.

Green seemed to have thought of something and looked at Chunchun again, then immediately gave up this idea. He thought that his small and cute father was better, and he prayed sincerely.

Pureness still stood at the back in a serious manner, with a blank expression on its face. No one knew that it was actually staring at the little knight quietly.

The action over there attracted the attention of the two people nearby. After all, there was only one person per transmission channel here, but there were three over there, which was worthy of attention no matter how you looked at it.

A certain cell-man touched his nonexistent chin and cast a gaze in that direction, but before he could even start a conversation, he inexplicably felt that the short creature was a bit dangerous, and his determination to commit suicide became even stronger. However, before he could even get close, he was stopped by another person holding a greatsword? Someone who was unusually tall?

Tony Stark looked at the new person who had appeared, glanced at the Knight, and then glanced at Purity. He was much more similar to Green than to the Knight. He weighed his words and spoke slowly.

"Are you also the ghost's son?"

075 Concept

Almost as soon as the words fell, a pure black, slightly shorter bone nail wrapped in the same pure black flame attacked the man, and Pure immediately deviated from the cell man it was originally guarding, and immediately blocked Green's attack on the man. His movements were smooth and flowing, as if he had rehearsed it countless times.

Watching the cell people, they wanted to shout out that it was wonderful. Even if it was just a brief fight, it had already demonstrated sufficiently superb martial arts skills.

Just when Tony Stark wanted to stop the fight between the two of them, the Knight raised his head, and Green and Pure withdrew their hands almost at the same time, pretending nothing had happened.

They are in perfect agreement on this point.

He looked at Tony Stark with pure calmness, shook his head, and there was a hint of seriousness in his voice.

"No, I am the ghost's nominal brother. You can call me pure. I am a knight."

Then the topic ended. Tony Stark didn't want to push Green any further, but seeing how much Green valued the ghost and the extra knight, he felt that there was something complicated going on here.

That pure appearance was completely consistent with his understanding of a knight. He never liked this kind of fanatical pragmatists. If the ghost also looked like that, Tony Stark shuddered.

Come to think of it, maybe this guy Green is not as bad as we thought.

After the brief excitement, it's time to get down to business.

Although they were all in the same group, they didn't know each other very well, so Tony simply took the lead in introducing himself, and the doctor and the cell started chatting.

When asked about their names, these two people didn't know the names. When asked about their past, they had lost all their memories. When asked about what they were doing, they shrugged their shoulders and spread their hands, saying they knew nothing. Even the names they used now were given temporarily.

As a result, with the same experience and the same situation, the two of them unconsciously started chatting with each other, and were still whispering there. To be precise, it was the doctor who spoke alone, and the cell held up a sign in response.

But that brand seems familiar no matter how I look at it?

Tony Stark suddenly realized that it was the same brand as the Knight's. It was just that he was using it like a normal means of communication, so he hadn't noticed it until now.

[So you're not still locked in the coffin?]

The doctor found it hard to imagine a cell with only one eye showing such a human expression. It was even more exaggerated than the cube man's winking. He quickly understood the other party's expression to be puzzled and disdainful.

"Yes, although I'm not sure why I had such an idea. Maybe it's because I made a mistake and was locked up there to atone for my sins."

The doctor smiled bitterly and did not argue or defend himself with the other party, but just stated his own ideas.

[It's like being a fool to be bound by such rules.]

Cell almost gave the other person the finger. He thought this was utterly stupid. If it were him, he would have cut the coffin in half long ago. As for the thought, who cared? Who knew which idiot had implanted it? What if it was his enemy? He couldn't destroy himself, so he could only inject this strange thought into himself, locking himself in. If he didn't come out, he might be outside happily swishing his wine glass, calling himself an idiot.

"I don't know, I don't know, but this is my own choice. Everyone has the opportunity to choose the path they want, but everyone has to bear the price for their choice and everyone is responsible for their choice. I just chose the path that is the most escapist and the most comfortable."

The doctor's voice grew a little cold when he said this. After all, he couldn't remain indifferent to the other party's direct ridicule.

"Everyone has to bear the price for their choices, even if it's invisible. I don't want to leave and then regret it after I've paid the price. That would be even more foolish. Time cannot be reversed, mistakes cannot be changed, and hands stained with blood cannot be washed clean."

The doctor approached the man with a look of excitement, and almost couldn't resist the urge to grab the other person's arm and shake it, but fortunately he finally held back.

He took a deep breath and finished the last sentence in one breath.

"You make your own choices. Whatever you choose, it's your own business. Others have no right to interfere, nor should they dictate."

[Then you should stick to your decadent ideas, even if you have to be locked up in them for the rest of your life.]

[Anyway, I'm just here for fun. If you were locked up in there for life, I'd just applaud.]

[Also, only the weak care about the cost. As long as you don't care, no matter how overwhelming the situation, the cost won't fall on you.]

The two people's discussion ended in a bad mood. After all, how could an absolutely self-centered person and an others-centered person talk to each other, even if they were so similar at the beginning.

Compared to the hostile atmosphere over there, the relationship between the Knight and Tony Stark was much more harmonious, except for the friction caused by misunderstanding in the beginning.

Countless cakes were delivered to the table one by one by a robot that looked particularly flexible. This robot was his new creation. After absorbing so much new knowledge, he created a bionic robot that was no different from a human being, but he had not yet given the robot a skin.

He was actually quite curious about how ghosts actually ate. It was a pity that Green and Pure had completely hidden it. Since they had already shown their intention to conceal it, he couldn't go around the two bugs to specifically observe. Fortunately, he had a surveillance camera, so it wouldn't be too late to spy later.

Until a phone call came, Tony Stark frowned in dissatisfaction, but he still had to make the decisions in the company. He had cleaned out so many termites before, and there were no good people under his command, so he had to roll up his sleeves and do it himself.

The moment he left, the little knight could finally take action on the piece of cake that he had been longing for. The cake was too big for him to fit into. A pure black figure immediately slowly overflowed from his empty eyes, and a chilling fear came from that place deeply.

The doctor was shocked by the fear, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably. All the machine signals came to a halt. Tony Stark even felt that his heart was about to stop beating, and even the machine in his chest was about to stop working. A certain arrogant cell man also felt the fear from the depths of his soul, but he still couldn't help but want to look in the direction that made him afraid.

Fortunately, this was only a moment. The little knight almost swallowed the whole cake and turned back to his well-behaved appearance. When Tony Stark came to his senses, everything was quiet, as if the previous feeling was just an illusion.

But the signal was indeed damaged and the machine was indeed on strike. He looked at everything that was about to be scrapped with some distress, and went to get the tools as if he had to, and repaired it while feeling confused.

But just like that day when they were in the desert, everything was completely damaged and would still stop working even after being repaired.

Simply put, they were trapped here because Tony Stark built his home too far away.

The troubles of rich people.

076 Pepper's sudden attack

They weren't trapped here for long, but during that time Cell showed everyone what it meant to eat with his head.

He randomly found an angle and stuffed the pastry into the flaming head. The food slowly squirmed and was absorbed into the flames. He then squinted his eyes and revealed an expression of enjoyment.

As for how they were discovered and rescued, come on, that someone was Tony Stark.

Pepper was about to question Tony Stark about how he could so casually hang up on company-related calls, wondering how much of a burden they were putting on her, when she realized there was no signal. She immediately called Happy, the only person she could trust, and the two of them filed a report at the police station before rushing over.

If there was no news from them either, then something had happened. She hoped the police would provide assistance as soon as possible. As for why she hadn't called the police directly, after all, who knew what experiments Tony Tucker was running? She didn't want a misunderstanding to lead to a bad press conference. After all, whenever something happened, those reporters would go crazy, fabricating facts that might or might not exist and then using them to embarrass you. Anyone who had experienced that knew how troublesome that was.

As a result, the two of them rushed to the villa, and when they opened the door, they were stared at by a group of things. Although it is not nice to say this, Happy really doesn't think those things look like people. Only the one who is covered tightly all over his body can be questioned. After all, the others are obviously not human at first glance.

"I think I need an explanation."

After the initial surprise, Pepper quickly calmed down, walked quickly up to the person, put one hand on her waist, and looked straight into the person's eyes.

Tony Stark swallowed subconsciously and took two steps back. For some reason, he always felt that Pepper was much more difficult to deal with than these emergencies, although this description was not very good.

"These are my friends."

He didn't know the extent of the scope of the chat group's forbidden disclosure. Was it the chat group itself, or the entire mission? And the rest of the world couldn't be revealed?

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and start lying.

"I know you've always had a wide circle of friends, and I've never asked about those things, but this time I can't. Don't tell me that all these people, from humans to corpses with their heads on fire to unknown creatures, gathered in your house just to have a party."

She pointed at the cake on the table, her tone full of sarcasm, pressing forward step by step, and Tony Stark was forced to retreat again and again.

The little knight put down the food in his hand and stood firmly in front of Tony Stark, with one hand behind his back, holding his bone nail. If he had not sensed the fighting spirit from the other party, he would have drawn his weapon long ago.

Although it didn't quite understand what was happening, Tony Stark was its friend. At this moment, he was being forced to retreat step by step. It shouldn't and couldn't stand there and do nothing.

"No! Ghost, no no no no no, please don't, she means no harm, she just cares about me too much, let me have a good chat with her, okay?"

Tony Stark, who had seen the power of ghosts, was so nervous that he quickly stopped the person's actions. What a joke! If this matter was not handled properly, there would be a high probability that blood would be shed on the spot.

"So you're still going to hide it from me?"

Pepper's tone changed, and Tony Stark could only continue to retreat helplessly.

As for poor Happy, trailing behind, he couldn't get a word in. Facing such an atmosphere, he could only helplessly start eating the desserts on the table with a certain cell. At first, he was apprehensive because the cell looked nothing like a human, but then, somehow, the two of them struck up a conversation. Happy whispered to the other party which foods were best and where they came from. The cell nodded as it devoured the food.

"What on earth is going on that you wouldn't even tell me? Do you know how scared I was when you disappeared? And how dejected you became after you came back?"

Her voice went from high to low, even faintly sobbing. Tony Stark was completely panicked, stammering and unable to utter a single word.

"Do you really have to make me so worried? Or do you think I can't be trusted? If it weren't for this accident that I discovered it, would you have just downplayed it and said nothing happened? Or would you have disappeared again without a trace of anyone, not even a body..."

But in the end, she wiped away the tears from her eyes, took a deep breath, adjusted her tone, and returned to her usual capable appearance.

"I hope you can explain everything clearly, instead of me just watching you die in obscurity, or even being unable to do so."

Tony Stark sighed. The atmosphere was more solemn than ever before, but the continuous clicking sounds coming from behind him made the momentum he had finally gathered dissipate.