American Comics: Multiverse of Madness

This.

How is this possible? !

The Dark Walker looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a syllable.

Pietro was also stunned. He stared blankly at Zhang Ye who assassinated the Dark Walker in front of him, with an angry expression still on his face.

Death must have a host.

If the host of death dies, then death will be completely liberated.

At that time, countless planets, countless civilizations, and even the entire world will be swallowed by death.

Everything in the world will be wiped out by the rules, and all known matter will come to an end.

But!

What if death dies?

What if the rules are broken?

"Pietro."

Zhang Ye turned around, his voice was so solemn that Pietro, who was in horror, came back to his senses in an instant.

"Zhang, Zhang Ye, is that you?"

"Pietro, control it."

Zhang Ye did not answer Pietro's question, but said seriously.

"The new god is dead, and the throne of this world is vacant. Everything will fall into chaos. To solve this problem, you must control the power of death."

"But, but I..." Pietro gritted his teeth with difficulty. "I don't know."

"You must control the power of death, you must become death, this is your only chance of winning!"

Zhang Ye shook his head. "This time, I can't help you, but I believe in you, Pietro."

"I, I can't do it."

Pietro's voice trembled a little.

"I don't have as much power as you, I'm just, I'm just a..."

"Pietro!"

Zhang Ye interrupted Pietro's words and said word by word.

"The Dark Walker is right, it was death that made you, but He is also wrong, it was the new life that created you."

"Live towards death, control death."

Zhang Ye's eyes condensed.

"Save one person, just one person, just like you saved me back then."

"Save... one person?"

When Pietro heard this, the confusion in his eyes slowly began to fade.

He saw it.

He saw blood and death, he saw people living in despair, he saw President X who ruled the world, and he also saw the dark alley.

That was the first time he met Zhang Ye.

That was the beginning of all this.

That night, he was hungry and had his first full meal after escaping from the mutant prison.

That night, Pietro's life was saved, or rather, they saved each other.

"Run, Pietro."

Zhang Ye's voice still lingered in Pietro's ears, but he could no longer see anything.

Everything around him began to spin, and all the scenes turned into nothingness.

Pietro felt a strong force in his body for no reason, as if something was urging him to explode.

"Uh... Ahhh!!!"

The violent force made Pietro couldn't help but roar, and his vision gradually became clearer.

The scythe of death appeared in his field of vision, and the surrounding scenes became more and more solid.

When Pietro recovered, he was horrified to find that he was standing in front of Ashley.

And the sickle symbolizing death also stopped steadily on the opponent's neck.

Just a hair's breadth!

…

"...Admit it, Observer."

Zhang Ye put down the wine bottle in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

At the same time, the short knife given by Dean, which he had been wearing around his waist, disappeared without a trace.

"You lost."

The Observer's brows tightened. He didn't know what happened, but he could feel that his plan was gradually becoming uncontrollable.

Even he couldn't judge the next direction, he couldn't even see what Zhang Ye did.

Even Zhang Ye's changes at this time were a little difficult for him to understand.

It seemed that the man in front of him gradually became hazy, and everything was so false and chaotic.

"Is this... the power of pollution?"

The Observer's expression was a little self-deprecating and unwilling. He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, He slowly shook his head and broke the silence.

"I, I just want to end it all, I just want to get real freedom...""

"Freedom, this word has always been a false proposition. People are in this world, they are not free. They say that freedom is a scam of the superiors, but I think that only by swimming in your own world can you deserve real freedom."

Zhang Ye spoke calmly, as if telling his own experience.

"Observer, do you think I am free in my world? That high-dimensional world that makes you dream of it? In fact, I am only thinking about this problem..."

"I don't know about philosophy."

Zhang Ye shook his head gently, then continued with a smile.

"But I think that after I came here, I have experienced real 'freedom'."

After speaking, Zhang Ye looked at the observer in front of him again and said seriously.

"You were curious about why I appeared here before. I answered you that this is my story, but the reason I came here is actually to give you a choice."

"Choice?""

The observer narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Ye in confusion.

"Yes."

Zhang Ye paused and continued.

"Give up the next plan, end it all, stop before you make a bigger mistake, and don't appear in front of me from now on."

"I can forgive everything you did before."

"Hehe...hahahaha..."

The observer seemed to have heard something funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He didn't know how long he laughed before he stopped and slowly raised his head.

"Let me go, are you at ease?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye did not respond, but fell silent.

The observer played with the wine bottle in his hand, as if he was looking at a beautiful ornament.

He sighed faintly.

"Perhaps as you said, there is nothing right or wrong in this matter itself, whether it is my goal or your idea. ””

“We have no hatred or conflict, and we can even be called friends. You are different from those guys I saw on the other side of the crack before, very different…””

The observer moved the wine bottle to his mouth, thought about it, put it down, and continued.

““Those whose minds are controlled by their lower bodies, and those who regard everything as a joke and take it for granted… Zhang Ye, what a pity. ””

“So, have you made your choice?”

Zhang Ye raised his head with a complicated expression.

““You are right, this is your story, but from another perspective, isn’t this my story?”

The observer looked at Zhang Ye, and then He paused and put the wine bottle on the table.

““If it weren’t for the different paths, we might have been able to observe the universes together and explore the rise and fall of civilizations.”

At this point, the observer stood up from the chair and stretched out his hand to Zhang Ye.

““I’m really glad to talk to you so much, Creator. ””

Zhang Ye also sighed, stood up and shook hands with the observer.

“Do we really have to go this far?”

“I have no way out. If I don’t continue…””

The observer pointed to his heart with his left hand.

“I can’t get through here.”

…