American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

Floating in the vast universe, Alex stood motionless, his eyes unfocused as he drifted in thought.

Although he had successfully sent the zombie Sentry away, the secrets it left behind filled Alex with an unprecedented sense of unease.

[Master, what are you thinking about?]

Miss Minutes appeared, curiously gazing at Alex's face and asking.

"In fact, my thoughts are quite scattered right now. The information I just encountered is definitely not meaningless gibberish. It feels familiar, like I've seen something similar before, but I can't quite remember. Or perhaps I overlooked an important clue."

[Do you still remember the experience just now? Perhaps you could upload the information you received to the documents, and I'll browse through the system to see if there are any similar entries. This might help us in deciphering it.]

"I'm not sure. That string of numbers seems disordered and illogical, and more than that, what troubles me is the strange, indescribable emotion I felt when I came into contact with the source of the corruption."

[Emotion? What kind of emotion?]

Miss Minutes blinked, confused by Alex's words.

"It's hard to describe—happiness, joy, sadness, sarcasm, disgust—many mixed and chaotic thoughts all flooded into my mind at once. I don't know what it means."

Alex shook his head slightly and sighed.

"I originally thought this was part of the corruption, but based on my previous understanding of the worms, with their level of sophistication, they shouldn't possess 'normal human' thoughts."

After a moment's pause, Miss Minutes tilted her head, considering.

[Could it be that the emotional information you encountered was actually a gathering of the thoughts of those corrupted by the multiverse? This might explain the source of those emotions and the complexity of the feelings.]

"That's highly likely, but this raises another key issue," Alex said with a serious tone.

"In my original hypothesis, whether it's the source of the corruption or the worms, they seemed to be acting on an instinct we can't comprehend. They appeared to be spreading corruption and destroying the multiverse for survival, but now, I must consider whether they possess their own 'free will'."

[You mean, those worms actually have thoughts?]

"Yes, that's what I need to consider. If they're not acting purely on instinct, but are instead organizing and planning the spread of the corruption, then I must suspect they have a larger goal in mind."

Alex focused himself, then reached for some paper and a pen, recording the numbers that had been transmitted into his mind.

"Our only lead right now is these numbers. Miss, I need you to retrieve all the records from the Timepad, even those from previous users. Anything that can still be found, pull it up. Meanwhile, I'll think of other ways."

Miss Minutes raised her hand in salute.

[Leave it to me. But, Master, do you have any other plans?]

"Yes," Alex nodded slightly and spoke.

"This world has no shortage of smart people. Maybe I can seek their help in decrypting this information."

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Stark Tower

"Is this the key information you spent so much effort to find?"

Tony Stark sat in his office chair, spinning it slightly, his gaze fixed on the paper in his hand, his expression serious.

He rarely focused on things he wasn't interested in. If it were someone else—like Nick Fury—giving him this information, Tony would most likely leave it for a while before trying to crack it.

But Alex was different. For the young man from another universe who had saved his life, Tony could distinguish between what was important and what wasn't.

Especially now, with the world in chaos and everyone familiar turning into monsters, if this person was focused on solving the current problems, Tony naturally couldn't stand by and do nothing.

"Well, have you figured anything out?"

Looking at Tony's expression, Alex inquired.

Tony paused for a moment after hearing this.

"I'm not entirely sure. It looks a bit like binary code, but it could also be some new form of computer language. If that's the case, I can help, but I'll need equipment to run the calculations. This is going to be a big project."

"Thanks, Tony. I owe you one."

Alex nodded and sighed in relief.

Having a lead was a good thing—it at least provided direction for their next steps. What Alex was most worried about was everyone being completely clueless, not knowing how to crack this information.

"Don't mention it," Tony Stark laughed heartily. "You saved my life and taught me how to use magic. You know, I feel great now, much healthier than before. So, when you say that, it feels a bit too formal."

Tony Stark chuckled again before inputting the numbers into the computer, continuing.

"I'll try to crack it, but I can't guarantee how long it'll take to get results. Plus, things are chaotic outside. If those zombies damage the data terminals or other network connections, it could affect things here as well."

"I understand. You can rest assured. It's safe here. I'll leave you some supplies; enough to last you a while. As for the zombies outside, I'll find a way to handle them."

Alex's magical space contained countless everyday supplies, a precaution he had taken after the various universes he had experienced. He was always worried about situations where he might be caught in a disaster without food or water.

After a quick handover with Tony Stark, Alex turned and left.

As he passed by the Stark Tower's research lab, Alex sensed an odd energy. Looking in the direction from which it came, he saw through the glass that a strange Iron Man suit was under development.

Unlike the classic red and yellow Iron Man armor, this one, currently being developed, was primarily dark green with red and yellow accents. It had no metal-armored appearance and instead gave off a mysterious and eerie visual impact.

Alex smiled slightly, shaking his head without speaking.

It seemed that no matter where he was, Iron Man would always be Iron Man. Even after learning magic and sorcery, Tony Stark's first instinct was still to create a suit of armor suitable for himself to fight in.

After entrusting the task of cracking the information to Miss Minutes and Tony Stark, Alex felt much more at ease. And not just them—Alex had also asked Miss Minutes to pass the numerical information to the house of mystery, Reed Richards and Susan, three smartest minds in the multiverse.

If anyone could decipher this information, they were undoubtedly the best candidates.

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Suddenly, a strange voice echoed from behind Alex.

"You've succeeded, Alex."

Turning around, Alex saw the figure of the Watcher appear from the shadows, looking at him with approval.

"I succeeded? I didn't know that."

Alex furrowed his brow.

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"You may not have realized it, but I can feel it—the corruption in this world is decreasing, weakening. Most importantly, those strange energies that were parasitizing the timeline are slowly being peeled away."

The Watcher spoke calmly.

Alex froze for a moment, but soon he received the same information from Miss Minutes. It seemed the Watcher was correct—the corruption in this world was indeed diminishing.

"How is this happening?"

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"To be honest, I'm not sure, but it seems that after you encountered the zombie sentry, the corruption began to react intensely. Once you removed the zombie sentry from this universe, the corruption slowly started to dissipate."

Listening to the Watcher's words, Alex fell into deep thought.

Although he had suspected that the zombie sentry might hold clues about the corruption, this was indeed the case, but Alex didn't believe that just sealing the zombie sentry in another place could eliminate the entire universe's corruption.

After all, the corruption was embedded in the timeline, and not just in one universe. There were similar residual corruptions in the Z universe as well. Such a massive reality distortion couldn't possibly disappear just because of a single zombie sentry.

If this had happened before, Alex might have ignored these small details, because no matter the cause, the disappearance of the corruption would be a good thing. Solving the problems here would mean fewer headaches.

But things were different now. Especially after Alex had learned that the source of the corruption was intelligent, he naturally couldn't just ignore their motives.

Suddenly, Alex had an idea. He stared at the Watcher and asked, word by word.

"Are you sure the corruption has been peeled away?"

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"Why do you ask?"

The Watcher seemed confused, not understanding why Alex suddenly asked this.

"Because I'm curious. Did this corruption dissipate passively because the zombie sentry left, or..."

A strange cold gleam flashed in Alex's eyes.

"Did it move away voluntarily because it's no longer interested in what's coming next?"

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