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The snacks are almost gone.
"Aaaaaah! The end of the world is coming!"
As the Reality Stone could conjure fewer and fewer treats, and their flavors became increasingly distorted, Pendragon's room seemed to be suddenly flooded. He rolled around on the disappearing grass as if this would cause many treats to fall from the sky.
Perhaps because they left the Marvel Universe, the authority these six Infinity Stones possess in other dimensions is not as high as it is in the Marvel Universe, and their power is gradually diminishing!
The power of the gems is nothing to Pendragon; she can use her power to defeat any enemy the Infinity Gauntlet can defeat, and there's no need to mention those she can't.
The crucial issue now is—time! It's over!
Reducing the amount of sweets can maintain their deliciousness, but such a small amount is simply not enough to satisfy Wang's appetite!
Those distorted-tasting pastries were not food at all in Pendragon's eyes, but just dust!
“Why is this happening?”
Even the ahoge (cowlick) lost its strength, lying flat on Pendragon's head, becoming just one of the thousands of strands of hair, just like how an excellent person like you is buried among a large number of salted fish.
Pendragon, in front of the last plate of mung bean cakes, hunched over in despair, his body gradually losing color, about to solidify into a stone statue.
correct!
Pendragon, having lost his tuft of hair, suddenly raised his ahoge again, much like a light bulb that had suddenly been switched on and lit up.
"Didn't we find another universe before? Let's go there!"
Pendragon needs to confirm whether the Reality Stone will gradually lose its function in this dimension, or whether it will become useless once it leaves the Marvel Universe.
Of course, the most important purpose is to provide snacks!
What? A world without sweets might as well be destroyed!
The quantum computer faithfully carried out its master's orders and began to decipher the information it had previously captured.
Pendragon, unusually, did not stay in the room but appeared in the ship's main control room, staring intently at the quantum computer, his ahoge wagging like a dog's tail.
The quantum optical brain, resembling a tiny sphere of light, refracts arcs of light, which are optical effects produced during quantum computation.
After tens of millions of calculations using various algorithms and comparing over 20,000 results, the quantum computer finally confirmed that Pendragon's version was a distress signal.
This information was originally captured through super quantum exchange. Whether the information is accurate or not is unknown, but according to the coordinates deciphered from this information, Pendragon still needs to stay in the spaceship for half a day before he can jump to that universe.
This was only after the Time Stone's power was used to adjust the flow of time on her side; otherwise, Pendragon might have had to stay for another month, or even several months, before he could escape this "dimensional portal."
"I was wrong. I shouldn't have eaten all the mung bean cakes so quickly."
——The girl is reflecting——
The massive spaceship used the residual power of the gem to lock onto a node that could jump to other universes, but the energy required for such a large mothership to jump was enormous.
In the Marvel universe, even a single Infinity Stone would be enough to provide this level of energy, but right now Pendragon can only provide the spaceship with massive amounts of magic while eating black bean paste in the power room.
After a long period of warm-up, the spaceship suddenly accelerated to its maximum speed amidst a jolt, even exceeding the concept of "speed," and directly broke free from this dimension where time and space were distorted!
In the cold, silent depths of space, terrifying black holes release immense gravitational pull that even light cannot escape, plunging this region into absolute darkness and vacuum.
P.S.: This chapter is to make up for yesterday's update; there will be another chapter tonight~
Chapter Thirteen Tokyo License Plates
Chapter XIII
However, in the next second, the gravitational waves of the black hole were suddenly disturbed, and a huge piece of matter was "spit out" from it!
This is Pendragon's spaceship.
The unimaginable speed made it almost negligible to the black hole's gravity, and it vanished from this space in an instant, as if it had disappeared into the starlight.
By comparing the star map and spectrum recorded on the optical brain with the changes in the gravitational field and the situation of radiation, Pendragon determined that the spaceship was still in the Milky Way.
The timeline should be between 1990 and 2190 AD. With the computing speed of the quantum computer, this error can only be reduced to within two hundred years.
After scanning, it was found that Earth is the only planet in the Milky Way galaxy with signs of life in this universe.
Pendragon, feeling like he was about to die from lack of snacks, remained inside the power reactor, outputting enough magic to propel the ship to the vicinity of Earth.
Incidentally, the moment the spaceship jumped into this universe, all six gems instantly went out and turned into ordinary stones.
It's as if the rules governing this universe are completely different from those of the Marvel universe, or perhaps the Living Tribunal realized that the Infinity Stones had broken away from Marvel and directly severed their access.
Fortunately, Pendragon's own power was not affected, and the spaceship appeared in the solar system after a jump of about three seconds.
The spacecraft eventually landed on the far side of the moon. It's not that it couldn't go directly to Earth's atmosphere, but that would have shattered the moon.
As a proper lunar inhabitant, Pendragon would never do something so heinous.
"Snapped."
It's a problem that can be solved with a snap of the fingers anyway, so it doesn't really matter where the spaceship stops.
Pendragon's body was enveloped by the power of space and instantly transported into Earth's atmosphere.
Wait a minute...
Wasn't the Space Stone already destroyed?
"How did I do that?"
Pendragon's body hovered above the clouds, his left hand snapping his fingers. He had just subconsciously assumed the power of the gem was still there, so he used magic to regenerate a glove.
Although the Infinity Stones, which serve as the energy source, are missing, Pendragon's magic seems to have completely memorized how the Infinity Gauntlet works. With just enough energy to power it, she seems capable of doing anything!
All you need to do is... snap your fingers?
Rather, it's more accurate to say that this is how Pendragon's power should have been used, and the Infinity Gauntlet provides a lesson in this.
The difference is that Pendragon needs to eat black bean paste to gain the energy to use infinite power.
Pendragon's first reaction was to set up a table on this pure white sea of clouds and conjure up a pile of sweets to fill the table.
If the taste is similar to that of desserts made from real gemstones, she will go back to the spaceship and continue reading.
"...It smells like red bean paste."
No matter what food Pendragon conjures, it always tastes like black bean paste, which suggests that it is somewhat different from the original Infinity Gauntlet.
"Ugh."
With a resigned sigh, Pendragon had no choice but to turn his gaze to the ground.
First, let's confirm the source of that distress message. The ability to transmit information across the universe suggests that something serious must have happened.
Pendragon doesn't want to return to the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so of course she needs to check out the situation first. If it's not complicated or troublesome, she wouldn't mind taking care of it herself.
Snap your fingers.
Pendragon's body vanished in the distorted space, tracing back to the vicinity of the source of that information—
The sounds of many cars coming together created the unique hustle and bustle of a modern city, which made Pendragon, who was used to the quiet atmosphere on the spaceship, shake his ahoge in annoyance.
"Snapped!"
Pendragon snapped his fingers, preparing to make all the cars in the world disappear.
"Drip drip!"
A car sped past on the road, blaring its horn. Pendragon remained frozen in place, snapping his fingers...
I'm hungry!
The power of the previous piece of black bean paste has been completely exhausted, and now this body is desperately craving sugar!
I believe that before long, I will even lose the strength to walk!
Pendragon took out a piece of black bean paste and brought it to his lips, but hesitated for a moment before putting it back.
I just ate so many similar-tasting foods online, and even the most delicious black bean paste is now a bit too much for me. I don't want to eat it anymore.
Unless it's a matter of life and death!
That's right, black bean paste has been blacklisted by Pendragon, successfully transforming from a delicacy into a survival food.
A little noise is fine, the noise isn't unbearable, but being hungry or tired of the taste of food is the end for me, Pendragon!
Although the magical power converted from the sugar and calories in ordinary food can only maintain her strength at the level of an ordinary servant...
The bushes beside the sidewalk are planted with sturdy and tall maple trees. It is probably autumn now, and the dense and tall canopies are gradually being painted with bright red.
The palm-shaped leaves drifted down in the gentle, cool breeze, tinged with the colors cast by the sunlight. They not only lost their desolate appearance but even gave the impression that they could rival the beauty of flowers.
On the other side, there are low-rise buildings that seem somewhat low compared to the metropolis, but are filled with a sense of familiarity and memories. The rows of utility poles and the neatly hanging wires also evoke a sense of nostalgia.
It was as if certain scenes from his childhood were being recreated, accompanied by the gentle breeze, falling leaves, and the fragrance of plants. This scene, even more beautiful than his memories, made Pendragon feel quite comfortable.
Her waist-length, silver-gray hair swayed in the direction of the wind. Pendragon glanced at the hair, which was long enough to get married, and without hesitation, took it in front of him and shaved off half of it with his palm.
Of course, I won't just throw the hair away. I'll leave it for now and put it in a box when I have the chance.
His hair was cut to shoulder length, making the ponytail look simple and neat, giving him the appearance of a freshly made, stunningly handsome young man.
The cars driving on the road are all using license plates with the word "Shinagawa" on them, so does that mean this is Tokyo, Japan?
Judging from the infrastructure, this place has at least entered the 21st century, so you don't have to worry about not being able to find certain desserts!
Pendragon pushed up his glasses, his gaze sweeping around as he gathered information, especially anything related to food.
She is very familiar with the language and writing here, partly inherited from this body, and partly self-taught by watching anime.
P.S.: Second update. Going home to sleep now. Goodnight everyone~
Chapter Fourteen: I want them all!
Chapter Fourteen
"Hey, there's a coffee shop right next door... in the An Ding District?"
As he spelled out the words on the signboard syllable by syllable, Pendragon's tuft of hair formed a question mark in perfect unison, just as he was about to complain about how strange the shop name was—
Like a sudden electric shock to his brain, Pendragon's ahoge (cowlick) snapped straight up as if it were filled with energy, and he realized what was happening!
This is the Tokyo Ghoul universe, isn't it?
Pendragon wasn't sure if the boss was joking, but his gaze followed the sign on the ground and looked inside, where a rather narrow staircase led directly to the second floor.
Pushing open the exquisitely decorated door, accompanied by the crisp sound of a bell, a rather large café was immediately reflected in Pendragon's glasses.
"welcome."
The sales clerk at the front desk, dressed in a fitted uniform, wore a pleasant smile. She merely glanced at the store's elegant and comfortable decor; Pendragon wasn't a person of refined taste and had little appreciation for such things.
Even the ultra-luxurious presidential suite failed her; don't expect Pendragon to have any artistic talent.
For roughnecks like us, the menu is the main focus, and good food is the only truth!
"Excuse me."
Pendragon, a hardcore restaurant reviewer, stared at the menu and raised his arm high enough to make sure the waiter could see him waving.
"Sir, do you need anything?"
A soft, pleasant voice accompanied by footsteps sounded in my ear as a slender shop assistant walked up to the Pendragon table.
The girl has a signature short blue-purple haircut, with long, side-swept bangs that cover her right eye and part of her cheek, making her look cool and handsome when she's not speaking.
Their clothing style is similar to Pendragon's, but the café's uniform is proper women's clothing, and the two are quite different in temperament.
Pendragon possesses a cool and aloof beauty, while this female shop assistant has a more androgynous, feminine beauty, and her breasts are beginning to develop, making her secondary sexual characteristics more pronounced compared to Pendragon.
The fitted uniform perfectly accentuated the girl's slender waist; at this size, it's probably easy to wrap one arm around her.
Even from such close proximity, Pendragon could smell the faint fragrance emanating from the girl, perhaps from the residue of detergents like shower gel, shampoo, or laundry detergent. It was somewhat similar to the fresh plant scent Pendragon had just experienced outside, making him feel natural and comfortable.
Since it wasn't perfume or cosmetics, Pendragon moved closer to smell it, his nose almost touching the person's abdomen.
If a greasy middle-aged man were to do such a thing, it would definitely be extremely lewd, and he would be pinned to the ground and made to stand still like a cuckold, and the police would be notified.
But Pendragon's actions, in a way, resembled those of a well-mannered gentleman, exuding an aristocratic elegance.
Sorry, being good-looking means you can do whatever you want.
The young girl simply took a half-step back shyly, letting her arms hang down in front of her skirt, her hands gripping the order form tightly.
"Guest, guest, what are you doing?"