I set off a mysterious revival in Marvel

Chapter 552 A new beginning

Living and dying.

Existence and disappearance.

Sometimes the boundaries between these two completely opposite states are extremely vague.

Unlike the mortal world where a person's death can be completely determined by the disappearance of the physical body.

In mysticism, determining a person's death is closer to metaphysics.

Cogito ergo sum.

On the mysterious side, as long as a conscious being can still think, it is alive and exists.

Even if... his (his) soul has already been annihilated, but as long as he (he) still has a thought in his (her) mind, he (he) has not completely fallen.

Today, Ailin is in such an idealistic, ambiguous state similar to "Schrödinger's cat".

You could say he was dead, but he didn't seem to be that dead.

I don’t know how much time has passed in the endless chaos.

Sudden.

A faint light illuminated the direction in the almost eternal darkness.

Under the illumination of that light, Ailin's thoughts gradually became more active.

"I!"

"I am...Ailin!"

In a daze, Ailin's thoughts continued to gather, and more and more memories were "awakened" again from their slumber.

In a trance.

A thunderbolt cut through the chaos, and Ailin suddenly recalled the scene of himself being swallowed by the dark sun.

"I... am dead?"

"Wait... I can still think, but it seems... as if I am not completely dead again?"

between thoughts.

The faint light that illuminated the darkness suddenly turned into a vortex emitting a terrifying suction force, directly pulling Ailin's consciousness into the vortex.

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Horsman Cemetery.

In the dim gravekeeper's hut, in a black iron pot covered with unknown stains, various unknown objects blended into a pot of unknown objects that kept bubbling.

From time to time, you can see pale silver bones floating in the unknown liquid.

suddenly.

As a bit of light fell from the void.

The unidentified object in the black iron pot seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly changed dramatically.

An invisible force fell on the pale silver bones and arranged them in a certain order.

Followed by.

Bloody tentacles crawled and clung to it.

The flesh and blood squirms.

Tender flesh, tendons, and even immature organs rapidly formed between the bones...
It didn't take long.

The pot of bloody unidentified object was shaped into a baby by an unknown force.

Moreover, after the baby was formed, it grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

baby;

Young children;

child;

juvenile······
It didn't take long.

The baby in the iron pot turned into a naked teenager.

Wow!
After losing the support of some unknown mysterious force, the iron pot under Ailin could no longer bear the weight of a teenager. With a "crash", the supporting wooden frame collapsed and the fire under it was extinguished.

Then it shattered to the ground under the heavy weight.

As the iron pot broke into pieces, Ailin, naked, sat up from the pot and looked around in a daze.

His memory was still fixed on the falling sun, and after that, there was endless chaos. After instinctively lowering his head, Ailin saw that a strange crimson color on his naked body was slowly fading.

"Ok?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Just when Ailin was confused, a hoarse voice mixed with pain suddenly sounded in Ailin's ear.

"what happened?"

"Of course you died, and then I resurrected you."

"What the hell, what on earth did you do this time? Why did I suffer such an unexpected disaster even though I was living well in Asgard?"

"Why do I, as a clone, have to bear so much pain for you and go to so much trouble to revive you?"

"Damn it, I don't want to do this job anymore..."

Endless complaints.

A shadowy figure huddled in the corner of the gravekeeper's hut suddenly stood up and rushed towards Ailin.

Followed by.

A figure with shocking wounds all over his body, twisted body, and emitting an inexplicable black aura suddenly collided with Ailin.

next second.

Ailin and his clone merged into one seamlessly.

With the integration of the clown's clone.

As soon as Ailin was resurrected, his aura grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And in contrast to the rising breath.

It was Ailin's face that twisted instantly and became more and more painful.

As the twins merged, Ailin absorbed everything the clone had experienced, turning the clone's spirituality and soul, and even the experience of the original role play, into nutrients and integrated them into himself.

One's own spirituality and strength have both grown significantly.

Even the slow-digesting [Master of Secret Dolls] potion was digested silently during the fusion.
but.

This time it's fusion.

It brought not only an increase in strength to Ailin, but also a horrible curse and endless pain.

Although it has been weakened layer by layer by Asgard's world barrier, Asgard's protective array, Thor's lightning bombardment, and the energy barrier protection activated by the Mind Scepter, Mephitos still possesses incomparable destructive power by using the authority of the Hell dimension and even consuming the origin of the Hell dimension to launch a destructive attack.

Even the space trembled and shattered before the terrifying thunder of destruction.

Not to mention the flesh and blood body of the clone.

But the good thing is.

That series of obstacles finally gave the split soul a glimmer of hope.

The moment the mental barrier is broken.

The void around the clone seemed unable to withstand the horrific collision and shattered together.

At the moment when the void was broken, the terrifying intuition was strengthened through repeated promotions.

The clone vaguely caught a glimmer of hope, and the moment he was contaminated by a trace of thunder of destruction, he flashed and plunged directly into the broken void storm.

After watching the duck that was about to be caught fly away, the thunder of destruction seemed unexpectedly angry, and then chased the clone and plunged into the broken void storm.

Under the stirring and destruction of the thunder of destruction.

The space storm continued to disappear and shatter, and then it seemed like a chain reaction.

Space storms are constantly breaking and being reborn.

An unprecedented space storm of incomparable scale was born from the destruction and directly swept across countless worlds.

In the face of the space storm that swept across countless worlds, the thunder of destruction that chased into the void was directly buried in the void by the space storm.

but.

What no one saw was.

In that terrifying space storm, a tiny figure was directly sent into a broken world by a turbulent flow of the void.

(End of this chapter)