Chapter 1407 Return of the Old Days (VI)

Chapter 1400 The old days return (6)

Brooklyn, New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents Training Facility, 1:00pm.

At the front of the empty lecture hall, a man wearing glasses put down his coffee cup and stretched out a hand to make a gesture. The classroom became quiet.

"Okay, after these few lessons, you should understand that these slimy little guys are not actually the disgusting mucus you imagined. They are mainly composed of symbiont factors."

"You can think of them as a kind of dough, okay, I admit it still sounds a bit disgusting, like a ball of mud."

"You are the shit! Apologize now!!!"

Seeing their teacher's stunned look, the students began to snicker again, because they knew that the ball of mud belonging to their teacher must be complaining in their hearts again.

The last time they saw him, what should they say? Even the most gossipy students can't find a good adjective to describe the relationship between the two of them. If they had to say it, it would probably be "hatred".

Eddie cleared his throat, ignored Venom's roar in his heart, and began to clear away the books on the table. But what he didn't expect was that the teacher for the next class came early. Eddie turned around and saw " Schiller from the textbook "Interstellar Sociology" walked into the classroom.

There was a burst of cheers from the students. It was obvious that Schiller was very popular. What made them feel even more secure was that Dr. Schiller was also a partner of the symbiote. This made them optimistic about their future with this group of slimy aliens. The interstellar symbiosis is less objectionable.

Although none of the students have seen Schiller's symbiote, let alone Schiller and his symbiote arguing endlessly every day like Eddie and Venom, they believe that the doctor must have had a relationship with his symbiote. Thrilling stories, just like the story Eddie told many times in class but could never finish telling, about him and Venom.

"Good afternoon, Eddie. How was your lunch break?"

"Not bad, what about you? Doctor?"

"I'm fine too. Do you have class this afternoon?"

"There is another class in the next class, what's wrong?"

"Wanna go talk to the nursing home tonight? I'm glad Venom and you have reconciled, and if you don't mind, I'd like to update you two on the status of your relationship."

Eddie smiled and asked: "A hapless guy and his mud, what's there to update?"

"I think your current situation is more like 'a break is better than a wedding.'" Schiller crossed his arms and looked at Eddie and said, "I think so seriously, especially when I heard the cleaner complaining outside the door just now. Whoever finished the seven buckets of chocolate balls at lunch time...that's it."

Eddie ran away.

But in the evening, he still came to Arkham Nursing Home and sat down again in the high-ceiling reception area on the second floor, which was the same position where he received psychological counseling last time.

Schiller was putting a medical record on his lap and writing, without raising his head, he said: "I see that you like my words during the day, but I can't be so straightforward in the report to Nick. ”

"Oh, of course, don't write that!" Eddie covered his forehead and complained: "He has been hyper all afternoon. Please, doctor, I have to go back to feed the dog today. I can't let him eat me. dog!”

"Do you have a dog?" Schiller raised his eyes and asked.

"Is this important?" Eddie replied in a daze, obviously the venom must be yelling in his head again.

"Keeping a pet helps stabilize your mind. Considering that you carry a pet with you...Okay, okay, Venom, I didn't say you were a pet, so don't torment him."

Schiller calmed down Venom who was controlling Eddie and said: "Considering that you carry an intelligent life with you, I think this is a huge concession on his part. After all, you can't expect an alien newborn to understand. Why do humans need another sharp-toothed animal for company?”

Venom suddenly became quiet, and Eddie murmured to himself: "Okay, I know how tolerant you are, but that's not my dog, and I didn't pick up that girl. We are neighbors, and I didn't want to date her. Go to bed..."

When Eddie regained consciousness, Schiller handed him the report in his hand and said, "You can see if there is anything wrong with writing it this way."

"No, doesn't it mean that patients can't read their own psychiatric evaluation reports?"

"You are not a patient. Rather than letting you stay in a mental hospital, Nick would definitely prefer you to go to work immediately. You understand him."

Eddie laughed deeply and nodded and said: "Okay, doctor, I believe you, just write it like this, as long as you don't use those words 'a little separation is better than a new marriage', don't let him be proud again." ”

"Well, the business is done." Schiller put the report aside and said, "The main reason I asked you to come here is to update your mental status evaluation report so that you can submit it to Nick, but there is also a little personal matter."

Schiller poured Eddie a glass of sparkling water. In fact, Venom liked to drink sparkling water, and Eddie was as addicted to Americano as any American journalist. Schiller felt that Venom was more tasteful in this aspect.

Eddie picked up the cup, looked at Schiller and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Mainly Venom, do you remember that he had a big dream?"

"What?"

"Eat his Creator."

Eddie's eyes widened. He looked at Schiller and said, "You don't mean that, do you?"

"I'm sorry, I am."

Schiller's tone became slightly colder, which made Eddie shudder. He cautiously asked, "Did something happen to Gray Mist?"

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Schiller sighed and said: "Some time ago, a certain aspect of my spirit was sublimated, and the aftermath of the sublimation made the gray mist enter a new state of life."

Schiller was referring to the tower bricks given to him by Iron Man and Batman. At that time, Gray Fog also benefited, and in the following days, Schiller discovered some changes in Gray Fog.

"To put it simply, the symbiote gray mist that existed in my body before was still in the growth stage, but now he has ended his development period and turned into a mature body..." Schiller explained to Eddie in the simplest language For a moment.

Eddie opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "It was still in the growth stage before?! God, isn't he strong enough? There is nothing in this world that can hurt you anymore, how much stronger does he have to be?"

"Yes, as you said, Gray Mist has almost the perfect defense in this world, but don't you think this comes from his own characteristics, not his power?"

Eddie frowned, thought for a moment, nodded and judged objectively: "Yes, he makes you almost immune to injury because he is a mist-like existence. Who can hurt a mist? "

"But I really didn't see him use any attack methods. You know, Venom absorbed a wave of energy before. I don't know if that was a sign of his maturity, but since then he has a lot more attack methods. , not just biting with claws and fangs."

"He has many tentacles that can be extended almost infinitely, and they are very powerful. The tentacles can be turned into wings, giving us the ability to fly. We no longer have to jump around on the ground. He can also make part of the symbiote factors short-term. Leave us to manipulate other people and give me a doppelgänger.”

"And the most obvious thing is that because he evolved by swallowing the power of faith, he can use some spells that I don't know how to describe. In fact, Blue Spirit can also do it, but the venom energy is more abundant, and the spells are more powerful."

As Eddie stretched out his hand, the black mucus spread from his upper arm to his forearm, and then danced on his fingertips. During the radiant energy jump, a ball of light soon condensed and formed. Eddie smiled again and joked. : "When I walk at night, I always point at it."

Then, he looked at Schiller with curiosity and said, "The gray mist should have swallowed up a lot of energy, but I have never seen you use large-scale magic. Is it because the gray mist is not yet an adult?"

"Actually, I'm not willing to call this process growth, more like 'awakening'." Schiller frowned and said, "External forces improved Gray Fog's wisdom, allowing him to see through his own nature and remember some things. About one’s own origins.”

Eddie's face became serious. He looked at Schiller and said, "Origin? Don't all symbionts have the same origin?"

"Are you referring to Gnar, the God of Symbiosis?" Schiller raised his eyebrows indifferently, nodded, then shook his head and said, "For a long time before, Gray Mist and I thought he was It is also a creation of Gnar, the god of symbionts, but don’t you think there are a lot of doubts about it?”

"Gnar has created so many symbiotes, and they all look the same, including Venom. Do you think this ancient and chaotic creature will suddenly change to another aesthetic?"

"To be honest, I have wanted to say it for a long time." Eddie took a sip of water and swallowed the spicy drink with some difficulty, and said: "Gray Mist and all symbionts are not the same style. Cosmic Agent and I We all think that if you hadn’t insisted that he was created by Gnar, we would have thought that Gnar stole it from somewhere.”

"You also know that cosmic agents are very old. Blue Spirit is even the earliest generations of symbiotes. He knows Gnar better than any of us. They all feel that he will not do this and will not suddenly place hope on a special symbiote. His physical abilities allowed him to escape, and to put it bluntly, he hated every god Tal because they were the ones responsible for his imprisonment.”

Schiller sighed softly and told the whole story: "Just after Gray Fog awakened due to the improvement of his wisdom, he told me that in the only very vague memory of his origin, Narr did not create him, but ' Gathered him."

As a reporter, Eddie carefully read the difference between the two words and tried to analyze: "You mean, the gray fog already existed, and Gnar used his own power to bring him together and become A creature that looks like a symbiote but isn’t?”

"Gray Mist is a symbiote." Schiller's firm tone made Eddie a little confused again, and Schiller quickly explained: "In other words, it was Gnar who reshaped Gray Mist and used his method of creating symbionts. He doesn't know any other way, so Gray Mist shows that he must have a host."

"You mean he doesn't need it?"

Schiller nodded and said: "Grey Mist had a predecessor, which was scattered for some reason. Gnar used his own power to condense and reshape him, making him think that he was a symbiote, at least in his early childhood. of."

"Now that he has awakened and gained a glimpse of part of the truth from his own memory, we are still not sure where he came from, so I plan to go to Nar and ask first."

"The word 'ask' shouldn't be very accurate, right?" Eddie narrowed his eyes, feeling the intense hunger coming from the venom in his body.

"Yes, just ask. Eat first and then ask."

Not long after, two figures, one black and one gray, appeared in the empty and dark space. The black monster floated in the universe, as if disappearing into the endless darkness, while the gray mist was particularly conspicuous.

Schiller didn't say much, Venom couldn't wait to pounce directly on the only star in the dark space. The endless violent factors and the instinct of devouring in his body made him eager to kill his creator and completely merge with him.

Nar was already very weak. Schiller was sure that Stark and Batman would not just leave him here without doing anything. What would happen if he fell into the hands of two genius Frankensteins, there was no need to say more.

Nar's scream lasted only a short moment, and Schiller did not need his power. Venom ate what it could eat, but there was still more than half left. When the gray fog drifted over, Schiller asked him: "Will you feel sad if you eat your creator?"

"He is not my creator, you are."

Soon, the gray fog covered the planet. Schiller did not know what Stark and Batman did to Nar, but he was completely powerless to resist. After the last bit of power and memory were swallowed up, he completely returned to the rules of the chaos of the universe.

Nar did not die. This kind of existence that represents part of the rules will not die completely. There is no place for him in the kingdom of death. He will only sleep. Perhaps when the universe is destroyed and reborn, he will still exist as the oldest creature.

When the gray fog swallowed the last bit of memory fragments, he stood with Schiller at the top of the tower, staring at Nar's memory projected above his head.

They saw the black figure imprisoned in the star of Klintar, looking at the starry sky in endless loneliness and silence, and heard the call of the stars.

He instinctively smelled the secrets deep in the stars, so he responded to the call of the stars, stretched out his arms to them, and embraced the endless starry sky.

But the old days did not come to him, he only felt a wisp of ethereal mist drifting at his fingertips, he grabbed this mist and condensed more mist.

At the same time, in the real world, endless gray mist surged from Schiller, and Venom had to retreat, because he could feel that something terrifying and magnificent was coming.

The mist floating out of Schiller's body was much more and thicker than before, and they formed an endless gray mist.

When the mist gradually dispersed, a bright starry sky appeared in front of Schiller-he heard the call of the stars.

It sounded like a baby crying, loud and full of vitality, as if he was surprised and delighted by the world he could clearly understand after leaving the cradle.

Schiller stared at the starry sky with concentration and fascination, staring at a part of the stars, the most magnificent and mysterious part of them. He did not fall into darkness, nor did he go crazy. Those terrible whispers did not shake him at all.

Schiller slowly stretched out his hand. He responded to the call of the stars and even wanted to touch them actively, but the stars did not respond.

Only the thick gray fog stretched out a tentacle and touched the gray ring on Schiller's finger.

Schiller and the gray fog were in the contract. He and they faced the truth of all this together. Staring at the endless starry sky, Schiller called out His real name——

"Nameless Mist..."

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