Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 401 Captain America and the Human Torch

Chapter 401 Captain America and the Human Torch

Having narrowly escaped death, Ebony Maw hurriedly activated the warship's piloting system and warped away.

After taking down the Black Order in just a few seconds, Joey didn't forget to send a short message to Star-Lord's ship, containing only four words: "Commission complete."

Then he flew back to the altar that hadn't been destroyed in the explosion of the entire planet, and began to study how to extract the Soul Gem.

"————"

Seeing Superman pull out the Power Stone again, eager to try it out, to be honest, if it weren't impossible, the Soul Stone would really want to call the police right now.

Rules are rules, but rules are rigid while people are flexible. Can't Superman think things through before acting?

Fortunately, after thinking for a while, Joey remembered the Soul Stone's previous advice and temporarily put away the Power Stone.

But he couldn't leave the Soul Gem untouched. After much deliberation, Joey slapped his forehead, placed his hands on the massive, ten-thousand-ton building connected to its foundation—a structure resembling a small continent—and pushed it forward.

Fortunately, the altar containing the Soul Gem was not subject to any spatial anchoring or similar settings, so he was able to move it easily.

"What are you going to do?!"

The Soul Gem had barely uttered its question when it sensed that the altar itself was rapidly approaching the speed of light.

Superman pushes the altar in a certain direction in the universe, and that direction is undoubtedly the direction of Earth.

Although it's true that you can run away but you can't hide, since this place has been discovered by Thanos's henchmen, it's no longer safe. So why not push the monks and the temple back together?

With so many talented and extraordinary people on Earth, they will surely find a suitable method.

Meanwhile, as one of the "extraordinary people" Joey mentioned, Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards is using equipment borrowed from Tony to trace back the spacetime anomalies that might have been caused when he arrived in this universe.

"Build a model and examine its spatiotemporal continuity —"

For someone like Reed, everything is basically just a matter of whether he wants to do it or not. Whether it's the final answer to spacetime string theory or gamma lasers, they've always been things that are within his grasp.

After setting up a simple model for self-testing, Reed was about to start another check when a video call came through his communicator.

Reed glanced at the message and saw it was from the Human Torch, and the accompanying email was marked "Super Urgent!"

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly answered the call. The projected screen immediately showed Johnny Depp's dumbfounded face: "Reed, guess where I am right now? And what did I find?!"

Reed looked around the screen, finding only a crowd of people and nothing unusual. He frowned, his gaze settling on the flushed face of the Human Torch: "Johnny, what about this emergency you mentioned?"

That brat, he's probably out partying again, got drunk and then called to tease me. This has happened a lot before, and Reed, who has wasted so much of his time like this, raised his hand to hang up.

"Wait—don't hang up yet, look at this!" Seeing his brother-in-law's displeased expression, Johnny quickly reached out and pulled someone from off-camera into the frame: "Ta-da! Look! Who's he!"

As the camera lens swung, a banner reading "SUNY Sorority Association" flashed by outside the venue. Reed took a closer look at the person Johnny was hugging, and his heart skipped a beat.

He was a refined young man with black hair and a youthful, student-like face, wearing a white lab coat that looked like it came from a laboratory.

Reed would never forget that familiar face—Viktor von Dum, his university classmate from Latvia in Eastern Europe.

During their school years, the two became very close friends. Superman had even said before that this guy was the future Doctor Doom.

But Reed thought, how could that be possible?

Although Viktor is a bit gloomy on weekdays, it's normal for someone who's focused on scientific research to be a little eccentric; he's still a very honest kid.

At this moment, the honest boy was at a loss because he was being pestered by Johnny, a drunkard, and tried very hard to break free from the other's arms: "Hey classmate, I'm not a party member. I just happened to be passing by and I don't get involved in your business. I'm just a Victor from a parallel universe. It's ridiculous that Johnny is pestering me for no reason."

"Let him go, Johnny, you've had too much to drink again."

After saying that, Reed hung up the phone without another word. It's best to ignore this kind of crazy person; once you engage with them, they'll just keep going on and on.

"Ugh, this is boring!"

Sure enough, seeing that his brother-in-law was ignoring him, Johnny lost interest in causing trouble and instead focused on finding some fun in the town where the university was located.

Perhaps due to bad luck or simply not being in the right state of mind, Thunderbolt, a womanizer, has been wandering around for a long time without finding a compatible partner.

After all, Johnny's way of doing things is too direct and crude, and the people in this universe have never known anything about the Fantastic Four or the Human Torch.

"Boring!"

After grumbling as he left the party area, Johnny, who was about to continue strolling around, bumped into another careless passerby at a corner of an alley.

"You—"

Fueled by alcohol, Johnny was about to get up and have some fun with his opponent in a real free-fight, but his opponent didn't give him the chance.

"Excuse me."

The burly man, wearing a baseball cap and simple sportswear, bent down and helped Johnny up, then apologized fluently: "It's my fault, I was a little distracted just now."

Johnny, who was being pulled up, tried to stop himself, but the bump and pull at least brought him to his senses a little more.

Feeling the powerful force coming from his opponent's hand, and considering that his opponent had knocked him to the ground with just a light touch, Johnny figured that if he didn't transform, the battle would likely be a foregone conclusion.

Of course, it wasn't that he chickened out; it was just that the other party's apology was very sincere!

Johnny groggily looked up, about to hurl a few more harsh words and leave, when he scanned the other person's face and immediately exclaimed softly, "Huh?"

The other person's face gave him a very strange feeling, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about it. Out of curiosity, he asked the other person's name: "I'm Johnny, Johnny Stone. What's your name?"

The burly man in front of him cautiously scanned Johnny's face and back with his weathered eyes, and after confirming that no one was following him, he smiled slightly and extended his hand: "I'm Steve. Where do you live? You're drunk, do you need me to take you home?"

"No need, no need! I can fly, fly, fly~!"

After quickly dismissing the drunkard and obtaining his address, Captain America Steve Rogers pulled down the brim of his baseball cap and turned into another alley.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "How strange—"

It wasn't just the Human Torch who had this feeling; Captain America also had a slightly strange feeling when their eyes met.

But he quickly realized what was going on—it felt like looking in a mirror.

Others might not notice it at first glance, but for Captain America, who has been injected with the super serum and has an extraordinary memory, he can clearly remember what he looked like in 1943.

The other person's face was too similar to mine, almost identical to my own when I was young.

This sudden discovery made Captain America even more uneasy. Could it be that those bastards in the military or S.H.I.E.L.D. had secretly created a clone of him? Or had some mistakes he made during his national tour as a mascot taken root and borne fruit?

Or are there simply two identical leaves in this world?

After much deliberation, Captain America decided to leave him alone for the time being.

Compared to what he is currently investigating, even the most urgent matters must be put on hold.

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