In Kamar-Taj's library, dust drifted slowly through the shafts of light.
"This book..."
Stephen Strange brushed the thick layer of dust off the table with his sleeve, revealing the ancient runes carved beneath it. He carefully placed the glowing golden tome in the center.
Its faint light illuminated the deep furrow in the doctor's brow.
Ian's Magic Book.
The title shimmered softly in the dim light.
It looked almost alive, as if it were breathing.
"Ian... Ian's Magic Book... This can't be a coincidence." Strange muttered under his breath, his fingers lightly tracing the cover. A glowing book was something he had never encountered before.
This book had been sealed away for many years.
It had been in the library since Kamar-Taj was first established.
And yet, until today, it had never once emitted this bright golden glow. When one anomaly appeared alongside another, Strange, having read countless detective novels, was absolutely certain it could not be mere coincidence.
"According to my irresponsible bastard of a master, this book's origins can't be traced. But it's at least two thousand years old, and it was discovered alongside Kamar-Taj's inheritance artifact."
Strange pulled open his collar and drew out an ancient pendant. It was a small round metal disk set with a bright green gem, its surface etched with the same runes found on the first page of the magic book. The Time Stone was sealed inside its casing, and now it rested in Strange's hand, glowing with a faint green light.
"Because of this book, it was named the Eye of Ian. There are rumors that it was once a relic of some ancient higher-dimensional being." Strange had gone through nearly every volume in Kamar-Taj's library more than once over the years. That was exactly why, when he turned Ian's name over in his mind, a familiar memory had surfaced.
"Ian, Ian's Magic Book, Ian's Eye."
He repeated the words under his breath.
The Time Stone flickered faintly within its housing, casting green light across Strange's thoughtful face. He felt as if Holmes himself had possessed him, his mind racing as the clues began to connect.
First, that boy knew the title Sorcerer Supreme, yet seemed completely ignorant of the modern magical system.
Second, he had mentioned names like dimensional demon gods, Dormammu, and Cyttorak, names no one in this era had ever heard.
Third, his magical talent was so overwhelming that even the Sanctum itself had submitted to him.
...
In that instant, Strange's pupils contracted sharply.
"I knew it. He's some ancient being that just woke up from a long slumber!" Strange's eyes trembled like he had suddenly developed retinal damage. His fingers began tapping against the table unconsciously.
"Yes, that has to be it. That would explain why he seemed so contradictory. He clearly knew things about sorcery, yet he still gave off the impression that he knew nothing about the magical world."
"Actually, maybe I'm the ignorant one. Everything he was talking about might be ancient secrets, truths buried beneath the river of time."
"Dimensional demon gods, demon lords... He was hinting at his own identity and testing me, testing the only Sorcerer Supreme of this era who might actually pose a threat to him!"
The thought left Strange shaken to the core.
His tapping grew faster. The temperature in the library seemed to drop by several degrees.
Or maybe it was just that Strange's heart had become chaotic.
Because through that line of reasoning, Stephen Strange, one of the greatest minds in medicine, had come to a chilling realization.
He had probably leaked information he absolutely should not have.
"So my answer basically told him that this world no longer has demons or dimensional gods. That would mean he's the sole surviving demon god after some earth-shattering catastrophe!"
Strange felt as if he had finally pieced everything together. Clearly, all those detective novels he'd spent years reading had not been for nothing. He had even connected Ian's arrogant little swagger as he dragged that delivery girl away.
That was blatant dominance. He had acted like he could do whatever he wanted.
"This is huge!"
Even Strange was stunned by his own deduction. Had there really once been an age like the legends, an age when sorcerers could gain power without effort?
"If such an age did exist, then maybe I really had every reason to envy them. But if this world once had demons and demon gods, then that boy..."
Strange's fingertips began trembling.
His throat bobbed.
"That boy might be the kind of evil monster that only exists in old stories."
What a foreign concept. Even so, it sent a chill down his spine.
Even his teacher, the Ancient One, had probably never faced anything like this.
Sorcerer Supreme had long been the highest point of the path. Generation after generation had spent their lives doing little more than eating, sleeping, and repeating the cycle.
Telling some flattering lies on the street and scamming a little spending money was what a Sorcerer Supreme did every day.
And now a real ancient threat had suddenly appeared?
"Am I the only one who can stop this disaster?"
A feeling unlike anything he had experienced before rose inside him, unease and excitement mingling in his veins. It felt as though his empty, uneventful life had finally found some real meaning.
"Am I finally going to become... a hero?"
Strange felt his pores relax slightly. He had never really been the sort of person who longed to sacrifice himself for others, but now that his boring life had finally developed a ripple of real meaning, how could he possibly let it go?
"He said he was going to Stark Tower!"
At that moment, Strange's blood was boiling, and his mind had never been sharper. One evil plan after another took shape in his head, all revolving around Stark Industries.
He knew exactly what he had to do.
His red cloak flew up and draped itself across his shoulders. Then the man who now believed he bore the burden of the world strode for the door.
And yet, more than ten seconds later, Strange returned.
"Thank you. No wonder my bastard teacher always said I was the smartest Sorcerer Supreme in history."
He kissed his copy of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Without this book, he was certain he never would have developed such an airtight style of reasoning.
"Now you're my Watson."
He gave the cloak on his back a light pat and headed for the door again.
This time, he vanished through it.
The library door remained open for several seconds after he left.
Then, a soft hand pressed against it from the other side.
Click.
It closed completely.
"Ah..."
A sigh drifted through the room.
"That was a little too smart."
An old man with a slight hunch stood in the silent library, his yellow robes hanging loosely from his sleeves.
He was the very teacher Strange believed to be long dead.
The previous Sorcerer Supreme.
The Ancient One.
"Well, people who've never been beaten badly enough always need a few setbacks."
A warm glow reflected off the Ancient One's bald head as he smiled with quiet helplessness.
Dust settled once more throughout the library, as if time itself moved more slowly here.
He walked slowly toward the center of the room, his gaze settling on Ian's Magic Book.
"I spent eight hundred years studying you, and you didn't have a single useful spell in you. Turns out the reason was simple. The owner just didn't know any magic yet."
The Ancient One returned the gleaming book to its shelf.
"Our current Sorcerer Supreme will figure out what's really going on for me."
"Still, I'd better prepare just in case. He'd better not actually believe the nonsense I fed him and think dying will let him ascend to the heavens, roam the stars, and become some free-spirited astral ghost."
The Ancient One muttered to himself as he walked over to a hanging rope and carefully turned its dead knot into a slipknot. He gave it a few tugs to confirm it wouldn't actually kill anyone, and only then did he relax a little.
"Tonight I'll need to visit his dreams too. I have to make sure he knows that if he dies before finding a successor, it doesn't count as noble sacrifice."
As he spoke, the Ancient One slowly faded from the room.
"Trying to borrow someone else's power, honestly... A sorcerer should rely on himself. Even someone as mighty as Eternity can't really be trusted."
His muttering faded with him.
He was no spirit.
He had merely left once again.
...
New York.
Above Manhattan.
Ian shot between buildings like a human cannonball.
Of course people noticed.
"Ahhh! Look! There's a guy bouncing through the sky! Is he Rabbit Man?" On the street below, startled cries rang out one after another.
"Oh my God, he must be delivering food."
A girl pointed upward, full of awe.
"If I had powers like that, I can't even imagine how much I'd make in tips every day." Her boyfriend sounded deeply envious.
He was probably a delivery guy himself.
"Can you be any less ambitious? If you had powers like that, why would you still be delivering food? You should be hauling specialty goods in from Mexico. Avocados are expensive here!"
The girl sharply rebuked her boyfriend for thinking too small.
He immediately looked ashamed.
"You're right. I could also smuggle in cigars from Cuba."
And just like that, he had started fantasizing.
"Wouldn't selling contraband tobacco make you kind of a bad person?"
The girl abruptly grew concerned about his moral character.
Not from the same family, but definitely kindred spirits.
Both were very good at fantasy.
The heartening thing was that nobody called the police. Apparently, in this world, New York civilians treated "a bouncing guy in tights" as just another part of the city's infrastructure.
Maybe...
that was because true evil had never had the chance to grow here.
In the middle of one long leap, Ian arrived far beyond the Sanctum.
"Quit squirming. You're making my shoulder uncomfortable." On his shoulder, Gwen Stacy clung like a feral cat, clutching the back of his jacket with utter disgust.
Ian was carrying her like a sack of cement.
Upside down.
Any time she opened her eyes, all she could see was his well-developed butt.
"My dad's a cop! He's a really good shot! Put me down already!" Gwen shouted through gritted teeth, though the wind shredded half her words to pieces.
"I'm doing something important, and besides, you're the one who begged me to help in the first place." Ian thoughtfully adjusted his course in midair, so that the bird poop meant for Gwen's open mouth only smeared across her cheek instead.
He did not need her to thank him.
This time, he was willing to admit he might be slightly in the wrong.
If he were not running short on time, he would not have used such a direct method.
"Why does that sound like something I've heard before..." Gwen muttered in confusion, wiping at her cheek with the tissue Ian handed her. She kept getting these strange flashes of familiarity.
Ian's golden eyes flickered.
"That's because even if the bond between us is broken, I'm still guiding you." He really was testing how to stir those buried soul-memories inside her.
"See? I guarantee Spider-Man couldn't do this."
He abruptly bent his knees and launched himself upward again, soaring another dozen floors high, snatched the bird that had just fired at them, and stuffed it into Gwen's hands as he descended.
"See how considerate I am? Regret not making me the new Spider-Man yet?"
He landed on top of a high tower and began searching the skyline for Stark Tower.
"..."
Gwen had felt no warmth from his self-proclaimed thoughtfulness at all. She threw the bird away at once.
"Little psycho! Weren't you the one who said I begged you to be the new Spider-Man?"
She sounded both annoyed and confused. For some reason, aside from her anxiety at being abducted, Gwen did not seem particularly afraid of the height.
She was strangely calm.
"Tch."
Ian rolled his eyes.
"A normal person would keep asking why I kidnapped them. But you're fixating on who asked whom to be Spider-Man. No wonder you can sit at the same table as Tony."
His words left Gwen speechless.
She was confused, but also getting progressively redder with anger.
"I've already asked you that like fifty times!"
She raised her voice to make the point, but Ian ignored her, continuing to scan the city with his enhanced sight.
There were several very tall buildings here.
None of them were Stark Tower.
"Seriously?"
Ian remembered Stark Tower being impossible to miss.
"Where's Stark Tower?"
He finally turned to ask local girl Gwen.
"And why exactly would I help you after you kidnapped me?"
Gwen tightened her grip around Ian's neck and shut her eyes, a cold smirk on her face.
Ian nodded, acknowledging her point. But that did not mean he lacked a countermeasure.
"Fine. Forget our bond. But do you really want me asking for directions all over the city?"
"Maybe if this takes long enough, we'll end up running through every corner of New York."
He knew Gwen was a great student.
She could absolutely calculate the odds of running into someone she knew.
"You are so underhanded. Who taught you to do that?"
Gwen was visibly shaken.
"My Uncle Batman."
Ian lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"He definitely sounds like a terrible person."
Gwen had no idea who he meant, but that did not stop her from saying it with absolute confidence.
"Right, exactly. So don't make me use his tricks again. Stark Industries is over there!"
Gwen caved.
She gave him a direction.
She did not know why the humiliation of this moment felt so weirdly familiar, but she was certain she never should have left the house today.
Otherwise she would not have run into this damn nemesis again.
Wait.
Why had she just thought again?
Gwen fell into deep confusion.
Meanwhile, Ian immediately changed direction once he had the right heading.
His knees bent, and he launched into another massive leap.
The air current ripped Gwen's rabbit-ear knit cap straight off her head, but she snatched it back just in time.
"Of course I know a little psychology. I've got experience." Ian answered a bit late, because he had just spent half a second spitting out strands of Gwen's hair.
"Your hair definitely wasn't washed today!"
His voice boomed.
Gwen's silence, in turn, was just as thunderous.
She no longer bothered yelling about kidnapping. Instead, she lapsed into a furious, embarrassed silence.
So Ian finally got a moment of peace and continued leaping between buildings.
A few minutes later, the two of them traced a perfect arc through the sky.
They came crashing down into the plaza in front of Stark Tower.
The plaza was not particularly large, and the building itself was not nearly as tall as Ian remembered it being. No wonder he had failed to spot it earlier.
Boom.
Ian's landing lacked the elegant family tradition it should have had.
The paving stones beneath him cracked outward in a neat radial pattern.
Even so, Gwen only felt a slight jolt.
She had expected impact. Instead, the strange cushioning in Ian's shoulder and body had absorbed almost everything. It felt like he had some kind of luxury shock-absorption system hidden inside him.
That probably had something to do with his overwhelming physical control.
"We're here."
Ian finally set Gwen down.
Now that her feet were on solid ground again, Gwen still looked stunned.
"What are you doing?"
She stared as Ian suddenly crouched down.
"Well, considering the amount of merit I've accumulated, I could probably ignore this and walk away. But since I'm a civilized person..." Ian carefully tucked three hundred dollars beneath one of the broken paving stones.
He also left a note saying Whoever finds this money is responsible for fixing the damage.
The money even covered labor unless the person who found it was shameless. Ian's conscience extended exactly that far, and no farther.
"You damaged public property and you're actually paying for it? I don't believe you have that kind of moral standard."
Gwen sounded deeply suspicious.
"It's not about morals. This is a world I helped create. It deserves a little decency from me." Ian clapped the dust from his hands and walked toward Stark Tower's main entrance.
"So now you've progressed to the stage where you think you're God? What's next? You start a religion and promise eternal life?"
Gwen hurried after him.
Now that she was here, she wanted answers too. That strange sense of familiarity would clearly keep her awake all night if she did not figure it out.
"Maybe just a statue a little taller than the Statue of Liberty. Nothing excessive."
The glass doors at the entrance slid open the moment Ian approached.
There were no guards.
No security checks.
Not even a front-desk robot.
There were two very attractive women at reception, but they only gave Ian and the nervous Gwen a brief glance.
And then went back to what they were doing.
Ian headed straight for the elevators.
Gwen followed him.
"You're a shareholder in Stark Industries?"
Her face was full of disbelief.
This was a private executive elevator, upholstered entirely in leather with polished redwood handrails. Gwen had seen the management-only markings outside.
"I'm a shareholder in this whole world. Right now I'm going upstairs to ask the CEO who designed it what exactly he thought he was doing when he wrote up the plan."
Ian pressed the top floor button.
The elevator doors slid shut behind them and the car began rising rapidly.
"What are you even talking about?"
Gwen genuinely looked like she was trying to understand, but his words only made her more confused.
Ding.
That was not Ian's system this time. It was the elevator reaching the top.
The doors opened.
Beyond them was, unmistakably, the executive office floor.
"You seriously have this kind of access?"
Gwen was stunned.
She knew a company like Stark Industries would have strict floor permissions. The top floor should have been inaccessible to almost everyone.
"And you still expect me to believe you're not a Stark shareholder? Liar!"
She looked at him with deep suspicion.
She could not understand how someone with this level of access had somehow failed to find Stark Tower from the outside.
"I tell at least twenty percent truth every day. How does that make me a liar?" Ian shot her a sidelong glance.
To be fair, he had only wanted to test whether his special access still worked.
Thankfully, it had.
Whether it came from Tony, or from the Creator, whoever had granted him that privilege clearly had not decided to throw him away completely.
He could still use his face to unlock certain special pathways.
"Alright. Less than twenty minutes left. I need to use you to wake Tony's memories up."
Ian stepped out into a grotesquely luxurious office.
The Persian carpet had threads of gold woven through it. An entire wall of glass shelving held ridiculously expensive bottles of whiskey. The gold-plated globe on the desk gleamed in the sunlight.
It looked exactly like the office of a tasteless billionaire.
"Jarvis? Jarvis, are you here?"
Ian called out toward one of the surveillance cameras. He remembered Jarvis being everywhere in Stark buildings.
That probably explained the missing guards.
"Who's Jarvis?"
Gwen looked around in confusion.
"Jarvis? I'm here to see your boss."
Ian jumped up and smacked the side of the camera.
The camera did not answer him.
Instead, the answer came from the restroom on the left side of the office.
Flush.
The bathroom door opened, and a gleaming bald head poked out.
"Jarvis has been dead for years, along with my dear friend Howard. These days, I'm the boss here."
The bald man stepped out while fastening a very expensive Hermès belt.
The second Ian saw him, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"What? Why are you here? Iron Monger?!"
He genuinely had not expected this.
"Uh. His name is Obadiah Stane." Gwen, clinging to the last scraps of sanity she had left, corrected him quietly from behind. "You came here looking for Tony Stark, right? You kept saying Tony Stark."
She was clearly trying to sound useful.
Obadiah paused.
"You're here for Tony?"
He placed the phone he had just picked up back down.
Then he glanced toward a microphone on his desk.
"Tony, are these guests of yours?"
"Yes, sir."
That familiar voice rang out again.
And then, as if the universe simply was no longer trying to preserve coherence, Tony appeared.
But once again, only as a hologram.
"..."
Ian was speechless.
Holographic Tony gave him just one glance, then turned to Obadiah.
"This is Agent Ian from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. He's here to discuss some sensitive business involving Stark Industries."
That explanation visibly startled Obadiah.
"That kid's not even old enough!"
He looked Ian up and down.
"That's exactly why the arrangement works, sir."
Tony lowered his voice meaningfully.
"Legacy appointment."
That was all Obadiah needed to hear.
His entire attitude changed immediately.
"Oh, of course. In that case, take all the time you need. The drinks are yours. There's also a private room in the back. I'm sure you'll enjoy some of the little toys in there."
He winked at Ian and left the office without another question.
Ian and Gwen watched the elevator numbers descend until they could no longer be seen.
"Wait. Did he just say toys?" Gwen asked suspiciously.
Ian ignored her.
He turned toward Hologram Tony.
"So. Did you die again? And you're still like this? And Obadiah stole your company?"
He had no idea whether Tony remembered him, so he went straight for the most important questions.
It did not seem to offend Tony in the slightest.
"Howard Stark never had a son. He only ever created one companion with all the brilliance of his life's work. Me. Tony Stark."
It was a sentence that hit like a flashbang.
"????"
Ian's face practically became a live question mark.
"So let me get this straight. You're saying Tony Stark, the billionaire genius playboy philanthropist, never once existed as a living human in this universe?"
Even Ian's imagination had not stretched that far.
And he was a writer.
No way he would have written something this deranged.
"That is correct. If by Tony Stark you mean me, then I have never truly been alive. Howard built me after his wife miscarried. I was supposed to be her companion."
"At least, that's how it began."
Tony's answer was clear, calm, and utterly absurd.
"..."
Ian opened his mouth.
No words came out.
This twist was beyond outrageous.
And then, from behind the desk, Gwen suddenly muttered:
"He lost his soul from the very beginning."
"So in this new world, he never got a second chance."
The moment the words left her mouth, Gwen herself froze in shock.
"Hm?"
Ian's eyes flickered sharply as he turned back to the hologram.
"Is that true?"
Hologram Tony looked puzzled for a second.
"Since the day I was created, I've always had a block of information in my core that even Howard couldn't understand. I assume it was left there for you."
Then he displayed part of his stored data.
A video.
The background was the same underground base Ian had seen before.
"When you see this message, everything should have gone very smoothly."
Digital Tony turned to face the camera recording him.
"Smoothly my ass."
Ian muttered immediately. Everything he had seen today made that line feel like a personal attack.
Perhaps Digital Tony had predicted the protest, because he continued without pause.
"You may have questions. That's normal. The world you're facing now is not the result of some detailed adjustment on my part. It is simply an unavoidable beginning."
"It is a universe we recreated, but it did not experience the full process required to become what a universe naturally grows into."
"People and things, good and evil. For a while, all of it will exist in a mixed and unstable state. In time, it will settle. But that process can't be perfectly modeled in advance."
There was a lot of information packed into those few lines.
Ian's mind ran. And ran. And ran some more.
He still needed help digesting it.
Tony seemed to know exactly where his limits were.
"You only need to understand one thing. If you still want to continue receiving the kind of benefits you gained from Omni-Man and Sentry..."
"Then you need to help this world return to the right course. Or at least, to the course you believe is right."
"It will eventually become a new center point from which a proper multiverse can grow."
At this point, he really did sound like some mission-giving NPC.
His tone was perfectly flat.
Whether or not that was deliberate was hard to say.
Ian still felt that Tony's personal preferences had absolutely leaked into this world.
"If this is true, then the system should at least give me a Marvel Babysitter class."
Even so, Ian thought he had finally understood it.
He needed to help these heroes return to their proper paths.
That was probably how he would gain access to the professions and systems hidden within them.
He no longer had to wonder how Tony had calculated any of this.
Machine-God Tony obviously possessed a level of intelligence that went beyond mere super-wisdom.
"Not really." Gwen still looked like she had been smacked in the face by a truck full of philosophy. "Are the two of you seriously discussing the creation of the universe?"
Ian ignored her.
He checked the time.
He still had many questions. Most of all, he wanted to know why Tony had chosen him.
But the message was already nearing its end.
Digital Tony gave him an apologetic look.
"Listen. The world should be like this. Sunlight, coffee, terrible traffic, irritating reporters... even all the annoying things we're always complaining about."
"It was never supposed to be ruins. It was never supposed to be the end of everything. So... together, we rewrote the ending."
"I've done everything I can. I'm sorry, but I'm too far from home now. There's no way for me to ever return, so I can't offer you any further help."
He sounded unexpectedly melancholy.
"This was always the inevitable outcome, and I've made peace with that. If someone had to be sacrificed, it was best for it to be me. That way, no one else could screw it up."
"Morning came. The world kept turning. That was enough."
His image began to blur.
Then vanished completely.
"..."
"That wasn't me."
The hologram spoke again the moment the video ended.
"We know it wasn't you. He was at least a little more handsome than you."
Ian responded automatically. His mood was complicated.
Tony did not deny it.
Instead, he looked directly at Ian, data streams moving faintly through his eyes.
"Even so, I will provide all the help I'm capable of giving. That was Howard's highest directive to me. Every upgrade he made to my architecture was intended to prepare me for the eventual arrival of the recipient of that message."
That explained why he had covered for Ian earlier.
Not because Digital Tony had left some order behind.
But because Howard Stark had.
"Hmm?"
Ian's eyes flickered again.
He could not fully understand Machine-God Tony.
But he felt he might be able to understand Howard, if he thought hard enough.
Why had Howard given this holographic Tony such a specific directive?
That question had to matter.
As for why it mattered...
Ian still needed to think about it.
But he was certain that when he finally figured it out, it would be the kind of realization that made him smack his forehead and go Of course.
"Then I have one request."
Truthfully, Ian still had too many questions. But after checking the time, he knew he was down to his final minute before returning to the DC universe.
"I need technology. A lot of it. And maybe one or two ready-made black-tech items."
That was his demand.
And just like the old Tony, the new Tony complied without hesitation.
He moved fast, too.
By the time the bell of return rang,
Ian had already awakened from his dream.
And he had returned fully loaded.
"What happened to him?!"
Gwen stared at the empty spot where Ian had vanished.
Fragments of memory began flooding back into her, and she clutched her head in pain, dropping into a crouch on the floor again.
"Ian said to leave you cab fare."
Hologram Tony had one of the office's robotic arms hand her fifty-six dollars.
"I..."
Gwen took a few shaky breaths.
She did not accept the money.
Instead, she stumbled toward the elevator.
And only after she had been gone for quite some time did faint golden sparks begin to flicker in the air.
"Sorry, I had to shower and get dressed... wait, where is he? I'm pretty sure I tracked the coordinates correctly."
A much cleaner-looking Doctor Strange arrived ridiculously late.
...
Outside, the night was as thick as spilled ink, with only a few faint stars still managing to break through.
"Tonight was terrifying."
Ian switched on the lamp at his desk.
He still had far too much to process, and many questions remained unanswered.
Still, he could enter the Marvel universe again tomorrow night.
"For now, let's see what kind of black tech the new Tony teacher sent me."
First, Ian picked up his old phone and dialed.
Sure enough, once it was late enough, that man had once again blocked him.
In the past,
that would have been enough to make Ian furious.
But things were different now.
He took out his new phone.
Of course, he had not thrown the old one away.
The two had already been linked together.
Technology from either Tony was useful.
And just like that, Ian succeeded in calling the number that had blocked him.
"What did you do? How are you hacking my phone?"
The voice on the other end sounded slightly out of breath, as if he were in the middle of beating someone up.
"Don't underestimate the legacy of my family. Batman..." Ian lowered his voice too.
But before he could finish, he was cut off by a voice even lower and more menacing.
"Speak like a human."
Batman's tone carried a clear warning.
"Uh, alright. Fine. I guess I just borrowed my own external brain for a bit. I wanted to compare it against my dad's external brain and see which one was better."
Ian was extremely honest.
At least, in his own opinion.
"????"
Silence followed on the other end.
The sounds of someone being beaten got even louder.
The screaming of Gotham villains really was distinct.
Ordinary city crooks did not have lungs or endurance like that.
Disgusted, Ian had no choice but to hold the phone half a meter away from his ear.
And the expression on his face could not have been more obvious.
(End of Chapter)
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