Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 234 A Team from the Main Universe

"Captain, I saw that thing—uh, how should I put it?" Tony Stark's voice came through the comms, tinged with absurdity. "It looks like a giant eyeball, plus a bunch of tentacles. It's so weird! Seriously, this thing looks like it came straight out of the Cthulhu Mythos, doesn't it?"

With the help of his legs and hands for propulsion, Iron Man's speed far surpasses that of Captain America.

He was the first to reach a high vantage point, hovering on the edge of a dilapidated building, looking down at the scene on the street below—

A huge, slimy, octopus-like creature was wildly waving its tentacles, rolling up a rusted and dilapidated car like a toy and smashing it everywhere.

Honestly, if this were a normal city, this scene would be enough to cause countless people to panic and scream.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a soul in sight.

The unusually awkward silence left even the tiny octopus, which had suddenly appeared, somewhat bewildered (relative to its size).

What about people?

Ah, on another island.

and so……

What is it smashing here?

A question worth pondering.

But the next moment, it no longer needs to think deeply.

While Iron Man hovered in the air, scanning the strange creature, the giant octopus seemed to have also spotted the "flying insect" in the sky—

After all, the red and gold paint scheme was simply too conspicuous against the gray sky.

A thick tentacle suddenly lashed out, carrying a wrecked car, and hurtled towards Tony like a cannonball.

"warn--!"

As soon as Friday's voice rang out, Tony swerved to the side, his thrusters spitting out dazzling blue flames, narrowly avoiding a fatal mishap.

The car sped past his shoulder armor and crashed into the building behind him, sending shards of glass flying with a deafening roar.

But this is only the beginning.

More cars, GG license plates, and pieces of reinforced concrete were hurled up from the ground like a torrential rain.

Tony flipped, climbed, and swooped through the air with remarkable grace, his evasive maneuvers performed with Friday's assistance—if one ignored his tightly pursed lips and the cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Request to declare war."

He said in a deep voice, the palm cannon already charged, emitting a familiar buzzing sound, "This thing doesn't look like a good guy."

Having gone through so much, Tony Stark is now mature enough.

He didn't fire rashly, after all, he couldn't be sure what the thing in front of him actually was—

Given the precedent of Thor, who knows if this Cthulhu-themed thing is another entity that shouldn't be provoked?

but.

"Tony! Get out of there!"

Steve Rogers' voice blared urgently over the comms, firm and unwavering: "We're not here to cause trouble! Find a way to get out of here!"

Before he finished speaking, Captain America had already begun to stealthily sneak toward the center of the battle, his shield pressed tightly against his back, his figure moving like a cheetah through the ruins.

As for Scott Lang, he has long since shrunk to a microscopic size and now sits steadily on his shoulder.

Just like Captain America said, they're not here to cause trouble or fight.

This problem isn't hard to understand. But for Tony—

"I'm sorry, Captain," Tony's voice carried a hint of helplessness, "I have a feeling that thing is already targeting us. And... did you see it?"

While dodging the "cannonballs" being fired wildly from below, he turned his gaze to the distant sky.

Two figures were rapidly approaching—one in red, one in black.

Uh... why does he always feel that the little red guy looks so much like a baby in pajamas that he knows?

Tony stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

As he got closer, he could see more and more clearly.

In the holographic projection, he specifically magnified the other person's face—

Even wearing that familiar little spider mask, his physique, weight distribution, and the way he swings his arms to swoop across the web are absolutely unmistakable.

"Captain," his voice became somewhat subtle, "I feel... I'm about to see an old friend."

Meanwhile, in the sky, Venom Spider-Man, who had already reached the city's perimeter, retracted the enormous black tentacles he used for flight.

The little spider that had been hanging beside him nimbly did a backflip, landing steadily on a dilapidated fire escape ladder, while not forgetting to turn around and thank him:

"Thanks, Peter."

"Uh..." Venom Spider-Man rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably—the gesture looked rather comical with the symbiote covering him. "Just call me 'Venom'. It feels really weird when you call me that."

During this period, his depression was significantly cured.

Being around such a lively and cheerful group of people makes anyone more cheerful.

But the problem is, for Peter Parker, who is also Spider-Man, this way of expressing gratitude—

It feels really weird.

The little spider scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, and smiled shyly through the white lenses of his mask.

But soon, his gaze was drawn to a striking golden-red figure in the sky, its tail spewing flames.

He stood there, stunned.

Through the mask, those young eyes gradually reddened, and even glistened with tears.

He stood there, stunned.

Through the mask, those young eyes gradually reddened, and even glistened with tears.

This left Venom Spider-Man completely bewildered.

Following Spider-Man's gaze, he also saw the mech flying arrogantly in the air—did such a person exist in their universe?

"Judging from that, that must be the outsider Hanlu was talking about."

Venom Spider-Man continued his meticulous analysis, "The gold and red armor... seems to be some kind of high-tech exoskeleton? His identity is—"

"Excuse me, are you...?" Spider-Man's voice trembled as he forced it out of his throat, "Mr. Tony Stark?"

In the sky.

Tony paused slightly upon hearing this familiar address.

His vigilance seemed to have lessened somewhat—after all, even in a different universe, he was certain that Spider-Man couldn't be that bad.

"Friday, stay alert," he said in a low voice. "Let's go."

He ignored Captain America's persistent calls over the communication channel—"Tony! Don't make any rash moves!"

"Tony! Wait for us to meet up!"

"Tony, listen to me—"

But Tony understood: this timeline could not possibly be the past of his own universe.

They had stumbled into a far more complex universe—

Multiverse, parallel universes, and so on.

In that case, there's no need to be afraid that disturbing the past will change the future.

Because this is not their past at all, so what if it is changed?

What he's more concerned about now is whether the Infinity Stones from other universes can be used here.

But no matter what, he still had to go and see for himself what was going on here.

Two people, each harboring endless regret and guilt towards the other, are slowly drawing closer.

Spider-Man found himself drawn to the edge of the building, standing beside the shattered glass curtain wall, watching as the golden-red armored vehicle slowly descended and flew toward him.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and prepared to remove the hood—

boom--!!

A car was launched precisely and hit the "mosquito" that had been missed all along.

The loud clang of metal colliding, accompanied by a shockwave, sent the eagerly waiting little spider staggering back a step, nearly causing it to fall from the rooftop.

He steadied himself abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief as he watched the golden-red figure lose its balance in the air, spinning and tracing an out-of-control arc—

Then, it crashed into the exterior wall of a high-rise building three blocks away.

"Friday—!" Tony Stark's voice boomed from the ruins, laced with obvious annoyance. "Didn't I tell you to stay on guard?!"

Thanks to the advanced shock absorption design, he was not seriously injured.

But the problem is—he feels he's just completely lost face!

"I'm sorry, sir." Friday's voice was still gentle, but with a hint of mechanical innocence. "Because of the human-like settings you designed for me, when you started to communicate emotionally with those two Spider-Man individuals, I naturally assumed that we should be wary of them. I ignored the distorted signal source below that has been causing me strong electromagnetic interference."

Tony Stark tilted his head back in pain, his body embedded in the shattered concrete, limbs outstretched.

He misses Jarvis.

I miss it so much.

For Tony, it was a complete failure to meet – after all, he had lost all face.

But for another person—

anger.

The little spider jumped straight off the tall building.

For him now, a height of over 100 meters is almost no different than stepping over two stairs.

He bent his knees, landed, rolled, kicking up a cloud of dust, and then sprang up.

The giant octopus, who was initially gloating over hitting Iron Man, didn't have time to celebrate for long before a new enemy appeared before it.

It excitedly waved its tentacles, preparing to curl up the tiny creature that dared to approach—

next second.

The "little one" had already charged forward in a rage.

"You disgusting squid—!!"

The little spider leaped into the air, grabbed two tentacles that were coming at it, and used the momentum to flip backward. Its whole body spun like a tightly wound spring, lifting the giant octopus up and slamming it into the ground!

boom--!!

The concrete road surface cracked and collapsed, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

Venom Spider-Man stood on a distant rooftop, staring blankly at the Spider-Man below who was completely different from his usual self—

He was riding on the octopus, punching it down relentlessly, each punch carrying a merciless force.

Is he... really that irritable?