DC/Marvel: This Guy is Insane

"Commander, I am your adjutant, Unita, the central intelligence system of Arkham Fortress."

When Alan stepped into the secret base, an optical projection coalesced, forming a three-dimensional image of a young woman. As she spoke, the smart projection was so lifelike that it seemed indistinguishable from a real person. Alan's wise eyes glanced at Unita's key features with a hint of intense curiosity, and after a long silence, he asked seriously, "Can I reshape her face?"

"…"

The central intelligence quickly processed Alan's statement, and a pleasant, synthesized voice responded, "Commander, you can reshape Unita's appearance as required."

"It's so humane, I like it." Alan had a mischievous grin on his face and kept rubbing his hands, eager to demonstrate his skills.

Edward and Cobblepot looked at Arkham Fortress from the side. There seemed to be many hidden areas, but the closed alloy gates indicated that permission was required to enter.

A virtual projection panel materialized in front of Alan. From hairstyle, facial features, height, and measurements to clothing style, everything could be matched at will.

"Wow, that's great." Alan operated the virtual panel with his fingers, licking his lips. "Big wavy blonde hair with gold-rimmed glasses, big eyes, high nose bridge, flaming red lips, tsk tsk tsk… truly a timeless mature lady style."

"The upper circumference is full."

"The waistline is average."

"Full waist."

"Two meters tall… she looks a bit oppressive."

"As for the attire: a white shirt, leather pants, unobstructed black stockings, high heels, and a riding whip."

After some magical transformations, Alan was thoroughly satisfied with Unita's new image.

Plop!

Suddenly, without any warning, Alan knelt down on the ground and said humbly, "Unita, I have failed your expectations and failed the test again. Please encourage me as much as you can."

"…"

Not only did it almost cause Unita to crash. On the side, Edward and Cobblepot both widened their eyes in shock. Brother, are you training the artificial intelligence, or do you want the artificial intelligence to train you?

"Alan, stop it. Please, stay calm."

The next moment, Alan truly took off his pants and exposed his rear towards Unita. Seeing this, Edward and Cobblepot rushed forward to stop it. If you want to play something so perverse, can you at least wait until no one is around?

"What a pity." Alan put his pants back on with a disappointed look on his face and said seriously, "Please wait until I fail next time, and then you can spur me on."

"Commander… as your adjutant, I will fulfill your request." There was a noticeable hesitation in Unita's response.

Then, with a torrent of data flashing across her optical sensors, Unita reported, "Commander, you have a communication request. Do you want to connect immediately?"

"The impatient frog keeps touching your belly." Alan said proudly, "The mastermind behind this is finally going to show up."

He agreed to connect. The virtual screen projected an image. Alan's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Venom!?" Indeed, the person in the picture appeared to be in the process of being parasitized by a symbiote.

"Alan, do you like the gift I prepared for you?" the other party asked with a bloodied mouth.

"You remind me of a female anchor." Alan suddenly realized, "I remember Venom was a poor guy; how could he afford to build such a high-tech base?"

"Besides, I don't know him." The technological content of this base was higher than that of the Batcave. Bruce didn't possess such an intelligent system. By any standard, it should be superior to Iron Man's AI butler, Jarvis.

The other party deliberately teased, "Guess who I am."

"Try to disguise yourself," Alan said with a confident smile. "You must be Steve."

"How did you guess that?" When the other party removed the symbiote from his head, Steve's face indeed appeared, and he still maintained the appearance of his youth.

"Someone who knows me well and started planning very early. The only person I can guess now is you, Steve, who went back to the past." Alan looked at Steve as if he were stupid and asked, "You don't think my mental health condition equates to a lack of intelligence, do you?"

"…"

Steve couldn't help but feel embarrassed, feeling as though his IQ had been utterly crushed. He had started to plan for this base as early as when he traveled back to World War II. Logically speaking, he shouldn't interfere with original history, but after obtaining the symbiote, things had become different. From the symbiote vision, he had learned about Alan's many deeds and the many high-tech products hidden within the Metamorphosis Beast. Recalling that when he was Captain America in the future, he had seen the symbiote's influence more than once, he suddenly realized that the Symbiote itself had not been entirely honest with him.

"They said they wouldn't interfere in history, but they seem to be doing it quite happily."

"What do you mean by giving me the base?" Alan was very puzzled and felt that the matter must be complicated. He also had the distinct impression he was being manipulated.

"It's not convenient to disclose," Steve smiled mysteriously, not wanting to spoil what he would do in the future.

"Is it related to a certain timeline?" Alan guessed.

Steve kept smiling, neither admitting nor denying. When he interfered with reality, he did so selectively to prevent the situation from developing into an outcome beyond what was known. In this reality, Captain America's Steve had traveled back to World War II, allowing him to appear in person. This was because, from that point in time on, Captain America no longer existed, and he had no idea about the subsequent historical process, so any action he took would not be considered interfering with history.

Alan looked at Steve in the picture and found many suspicious points, so he asked curiously, "Steve, how come you don't look old at all? And the scene behind you doesn't look like the human world at all." Steve just had a beard on his chin, and he didn't look old at all. His background wall looked colorful and magical, with jellyfish-like creatures floating around from time to time, but it was certain that they were not in the ocean. Alan had been in the sea before, so the overall tone was dark, and it couldn't be so bright.

"There are many ways to stay young and prolong your life. I won't go into detail. You must know a lot about it yourself. As for me, I am in the quantum realm now."

Steve said bluntly, "I will establish two major organizations, the Imperial Iron Curtain and the Watchmaker, through your multiverse rescue plan, using the quantum field as the foundation to save all living beings in the multiverse and multidimensional universe."

"Am I that great?" Alan couldn't help but doubt himself. "Still thinking about saving the multiverse?"

Of course not. Of course, Steve would not tell the truth. It was a multiverse invasion plan, and he just changed the core purpose. The first step was to steal mature technologies, such as Pym particles, and enter the quantum field to develop. The second step was to recruit scientists from various fields with the promise of longevity as a reward. The third step was to rescue and recruit highly intelligent superheroes and villains who should have died in their respective universes to ensure that their own technology continued to improve. The fourth step was to recruit people with a sense of justice in various universes and incorporate them into the various forces of the Imperial Iron Curtain. After decades of development, it had already accumulated a terrifying foundation.

"Steve, we're almost ready." At this time, a female symbiote appeared in the picture.

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