socalfunplaces Chapter 104 The Beginning of the Journey
Chapter 104 The Beginning of the Journey
Chapter 103 The Beginning of the Journey
Hanlu is not an arrogant person. He doesn't think he's very smart. All he can do is try to monetize his extraordinary vision and knowledge to give himself more options, like now.
At this moment, he transformed into a dazzling star, his face solemn as he gazed at the world beneath his feet that was gradually turning upside down!
At the same time, he focused his attention solely on the most crucial place—the raft prison.
He once wondered if he could go back in time, would the Infinity Stones also be able to return to their original state?
After all, according to the original storyline, theoretically speaking, the Time Stone can still be used on the other Infinity Stones, at least to reassemble the damaged stones.
But if I put it here, could my power to drive time restore the Infinity Stones as well?
It's a very bold conjecture, but also a very practical approach.
If I restore the Infinity Stones and get my hands on them before the Destroyer, then snap my fingers or something, wouldn't everything be solved?
Why go through all that trouble?
Just use it as a wish-granting machine, and you can also beat up Doctor Doom and vent your anger while you're at it!
With a sentry on their side, their combat strength is truly explosive.
In this situation, it seems there's a slight possibility of taking the initiative.
Cold Dew held its head high.
Looking at the countless dazzling worlds in the starry sky.
Meanwhile, inside Raft Prison, the rooms that were gradually destroyed and then rebuilt were once again covered by the thunderous energy used for imprisonment and restraint.
Both of them, who seem to belong to no part of this timeline, are now on high alert.
They watched as the green-robed man, surrounded by countless heroes, began to move backward.
From the moment he obtained the Infinity Stones.
They didn't move.
He was fighting against the ship girls and the little spiders.
They didn't move.
Even when that door was blasted open.
They still didn't move.
Until everything falls silent, until all memories converge at this juncture.
Even though the Infinity Gauntlet seemed to be just sitting on the edge, within easy reach of them, neither the Sentinels, who had heard of its formidable reputation, nor John, who had already sensed its power, made a move.
They stood there quietly, watching everything before them gradually recede backward at an even faster pace.
They could have chosen to do something, but they simply watched as it all unfolded, like spectators. They even moved to the forest where the final battle took place to ensure the rewinding process went smoothly.
They even saw their past selves, actually shouting the slogan "Avengers Assemble!" and fighting to the death against the zombie army to protect the last spark of life.
But they remained bystanders, simply watching quietly without doing anything.
Even though John's hands were clenched into fists, even with a strange vibration that was extremely small but still able to disturb the space, he still did nothing.
He just gritted his teeth and watched himself go through one moment of pride and the next of utter defeat, like a slideshow rewinding.
The sentry wanted to comfort his friend, but seeing the other person clenching his teeth and still acting as an observer, he silently admired him.
That's right.
This is the plan for Cold Dew.
Do nothing.
Don't change anything.
Because I really don't want any more complications during the Cold Dew season.
He just wants to end it all now, to end it in the way he thinks is best.
This is already very good. Don't let your selfish desires or momentary pleasure ruin all your hard work!
After ensuring that no accidents occurred at any of the critical points, John seemed to have thought of something and began to fly towards the "other side" that was rotating in a completely different direction without looking back.
At the same time, the sentry followed behind him.
Two superhumans appeared so quickly on the other side of the world.
John stopped in a city shrouded in yellow sand, as if he had expected it.
He stood on high ground, looking up at Hanlu, who seemed to be arriving in this world for the first time, in a flustered state.
The other person was still so inexperienced, completely lacking the strength and perseverance that I later saw; he really seemed like an ordinary, unassuming person.
He seemed to be confirming something, peeking to the left and then to the right, looking at the English signs all over the street and scratching the back of his head with a hint of discomfort.
The moment he appeared on the street, countless zombies seemed to have smelled the scent of a living person and rushed out from all directions.
They rushed toward the only living person, and Hanlu, upon discovering this, also ran away in fear.
But the noise, caused by the hasty action, accidentally hit a car, which sounded its alarm, alerting everything in the vicinity.
Watching the other person grit their teeth and run frantically, John almost laughed. He even considered taking out his phone to see if he could capture the scene on camera.
Unfortunately, almost everything about them now comes from the most primal power.
Moreover, the phone, which was in a time-reversal state, couldn't possibly function properly, so John could only quietly watch this "funny" scene unfold before him.
But it's okay.
When a zombie suddenly rushed out from the corner, knocking Hanlu flying, it bared its teeth and roared at him, trying to tear him to pieces.
A gunshot rang out, and the zombie fell to the ground.
Hanlu, who was slowly lying on the ground and frantically kicking backwards, turned around when she heard the sound, just like a thirsty traveler in the desert who saw a clear spring.
Accompanied by a burst of rousing music!
A man wearing a jacket appeared, with a cigar in his mouth that he had spent more than half a month searching for, and a standard AK47 in his hand.
That single-handed gun control, blowing a moving zombie in the head off from hundreds of meters away, was his doing.
For a top-class soldier, this was not difficult.
What also frustrates him is that, in this situation, to be honest, the AK47 is indeed much more reliable and durable than American-made ones.
At that moment, the motorcycle, while in motion, used a bulldozer that had partially collapsed to the ground to leap directly up a slope.
The leaping figure even took the time to eliminate a few zombies along the way.
At least when the motorcycle pulled off a stylish drift and came to a quiet stop in front of Hanlu, the man wearing a military cap on it adjusted his sunglasses and shouted at the disheveled guy in front of him, "Get on!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Hanlu grabbed the outstretched arm and sat firmly on the back seat.
With the roar of the motorcycle accelerating to its maximum speed, it left all the zombies that were still trying to chase far behind.
John watched from afar from the high platform.
This is how it all began for them.
And he has absolutely no regrets about making the most correct decision in history!