Collapse of iron, but I am the Supreme Strange

"It's everyone in the train crew. What are you talking about, An Yi?"

So An Yi smiled helplessly, and then added everyone as friends one by one.

For example, An Yi made a note for Dan Heng:

"Mysterious man with facial paralysis".

And Ji Zi, An Yi also gave her a note:

"Beware of the Coffee Immortal."

"Hey...An Yi, what are your notes for us?"

San Yue Qi nudged An Yi with his elbow.

"Ahaha, this...you will know it later."

An Yi gave an awkward smile.

"What? Show me - Hey, that's not right. Why are you still here? Didn't you go to the next door to fix the wires?!"

San Yueqi finally realized that something was wrong, so he put his hands on his hips and said to An Yi: "I'm working hard here, and you're slacking off!"

"Who said that? I've already finished it."

An Yi spread his hands.

"……what?"

San Yue Qi's eyes widened: "When, haven't you been staying here without moving?"

So An Yi smiled and slowly stood up: "Come on, Xiao Sanyue, watch carefully."

He circled his index finger and thumb and placed them between his lips.

He blew hard, and a loud whistle sounded.

call out----

"Well, what are you doing?"

San Yueqi looked at An Yi in confusion.

An Yi just nodded at the pile of wires.

San Yueqi turned around and saw a scene that made her eyes widen in disbelief.

The remaining half of the unconnected wires actually grew arms and legs one by one - yes, literal legs, very abstract, like the kind that were drawn on with a black marker.

"Am I... am I dazzled?"

March 7 rubbed his eyes.

No, it didn't - and the wires moved on their own!

They jumped up from the ground like a group of lively little people, taking neat and rhythmic steps, and hopping together.

They spun and danced like characters from a Disney animation, holding hands.

The two broken wires embraced each other, and the insulating tape next to them used its small abstract arms to pull out a part of its body and tightly wrapped around the broken part.

"what?!"

March Seven was kneeling aside, her mouth slightly opened, as if she was a little child observing ants and suddenly discovered that ants could talk to her.

In less than two minutes, all the wires had "repaired themselves," and the abstract stick-figure limbs had disappeared, better than the professionals in the repair department could have done.

"Is it fun?"

An Yi asked with a smile.

"It's...it's fun...no no!"

San Yue Qi shook his head vigorously, then turned back to An Yi and said, "If you can fix it so easily, why did you have to watch me work on it alone for so long?"

"...wasn't it you who wanted to compete?"

"you--"

San Yueqi was stunned for a moment, then stood up in dissatisfaction: "No, no! You are here to laugh at me - how abominable! An Yi!"

"Wait for Himeko's coffee."

"What? Ugh…Ahhhhhh, no!"

March 7 grabbed his hair and shouted.

"Ahaha, back to the first unspoken rule of getting along with the Supreme Sorcerer. If you encounter any trouble, remember to ask me if I have any solutions!"

"Ah! An Yi, you are so annoying——"

March 7 bit his lip.

"Are you in a hurry?"

An Yi laughed loudly, then clasped his hands together and shook them while speaking: "If you are new, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play."

"Damn it! An Yi! Don't run!"

March 7th rushed over with gnashing teeth.

"Oh haha——"

An Yi raised his eyebrows and then fell backwards.

San Yueqi missed his attack from above her, and a portal opened behind An Yi. He flipped into it and disappeared.

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The storage section is where strange objects are stored.

Dan Heng was holding a pen, writing something in a shorthand notebook, and from time to time he looked up at the various strange objects in front of him.

Suddenly, the ground began to emit light, and a circular portal with sparks appeared, causing Dan Heng to involuntarily take a step back.

Immediately afterwards, An Yi's figure emerged from the portal - he flipped out upside down, like a tumbler that had been knocked over and then stood right again, and with a whoosh he stood beside Dan Heng.

"An Yi! Don't run!"

March 7's voice came from the other side of the portal, but An Yi quickly waved his hand and the portal turned into sparks and dissipated.

"..."

Dan Heng looked at An Yi in silence.

"An Yi, don't expect me to play any games with you."

He saw some kind of eager emotion in An Yi's eyes, so he quickly used words to calm him down.

"Hey...Danheng, you are such a boring guy."

An Yi spread his hands helplessly.

"I'm so sorry. Have you completed your mission?"

Dan Heng asked, looking down at his sketchbook.

"Yes, so I'm here to help you - is there anything I can help you with, Sorcerer Supreme?"

"...Just don't cause me any trouble."

Dan Heng sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'll just take a look--"

An Yi waved to Dan Heng and then looked around.

On both sides of the room, various objects he had never seen were placed in order, like an exhibit in a museum.

"What is all this?"

"The strange things collected by Madam Black Tower." Dan Heng replied: "They are all strange and bizarre things. I have to count and check them."

An Yi looked at these small objects back and forth in the room - one thing looked like a disassembled, suspended Rubik's Cube, and another thing looked like a conch.

This place is quite interesting. It is a bit like the New York sanctuary that Strange used to guard. It also contains a bunch of strange magic props.

He moved to a strange pistol and asked in confusion: "There is an eye on this gun... What is this?"

"Fixed-point gun."

Dan Heng came over.

"He can give a score to any creature within his sight...but the logic of the scoring is unclear."

Just as Dan Heng said this, the eyes on the strange gun suddenly opened and began to spin around at Dan Heng's figure.

"88 points?"

It announced to.

"Look."

Dan Hengyi shrugged.

So An Yi's gaze stayed on Dan Heng for a while, and then he slowly said: "I know, he scores according to height."

“…I can pretend I didn’t hear it.”

Dan Heng spoke expressionlessly.

"Oops, just kidding."

An Yi waved his hand, then stood in front of the Dingfen Spear: "Let me try."

Then, Ding Fenqiang's eyes opened quickly and stared at An Yi closely.

An Yi and Ding Fenqiang looked at each other for a while, then shook their heads: "No... No way."

"What's not working?"

“I’m a perfectionist – I couldn’t accept a potentially low grade like this.”

"I've already said that its scoring logic is unclear."

"That's not OK--"

As An Yi spoke to Dan Heng, he waved his hands and cast magic.

A magic circle made of sparks quickly formed, and then circled around the Dingfen Spear, and the Dingfen Spear also spoke:

"999999999999..."

"?"

Dan Heng showed a surprised expression.

"What did you do?"

"Uh... do you know Feng Ling Yue Ying? I just pulled some data. It dinged."

An Yi replied.

“… … 9999999999… … ”

The fixed-point gun was still repeating this number.

"It won't break, will it?"

Dan Heng looked at An Yi.

"This one……"

An Yi scratched his head.

"999999999999..."

"It's so noisy."

Dan Heng shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, well—"

An Yi waved his hand, and a light golden spark shield appeared in front of the Dingfen gun.

Then, the repetitive sound of numbers finally disappeared.

"Have you fixed it again?"