Marvel Disassembler

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"Hey… did she just fall asleep like that?" 

Arthur felt a bit dazed. 'Does this woman have no sense of caution?' 

"And what does she mean by, 'I can't leave until the rain stops'?" 

He glanced at the doorway. The rain was only getting heavier, but strangely, there was no wind. 

Scarlet streaks stretched like cotton across the landscape, bleeding into everything until no other color remained. 

Arthur sighed softly and chose not to wake Hela. Instead, he pulled out ''Thoth's Pen''. "Two functions— judge and punish. But how do I use it?" 

There must be some hidden technique, something he didn't yet understand. 

"Forget it. It's mine now. How hard can it be to figure out?" 

He glanced at Hela. The simplest way would be to ask her. 

But she had clearly refused to explain it. And even if she did… would it really be the truth? 

After a moment's thought, Arthur shook his head and began to idly doodle on the wooden floor with the pen. 

"At least I've set up a teleportation array as a backup plan." 

As he strategized his escape, a question lingered in his mind—'Why is this rain stopping me from leaving?' 

He had already investigated the rain and found no spatial interference. 

"Could she have been lying?" 

The thought crossed his mind but didn't sit right. 

'How bored would Hela have to be to make up something like that?' 

"There must be something I'm missing!" 

Arthur resolved to confront her once she woke up and get to the bottom of this. 

Time ticked by. Arthur had everything prepared in theory. With the Tesseract, he could follow the steps and leave this place. 

But Hela remained asleep, and the rain outside continued without pause. 

Every five minutes, Arthur renewed the protective energy barrier above their heads—not for Hela's comfort, but because he didn't want to be drenched in that crimson rain. 

Though his body was resilient, the unknown corrosive nature of the rain made him cautious. 

With nothing else to do, he walked to the doorway and looked outside. 

The sky was now a solid sheet of blood-red. Rain angrily lashed the ground, making it nearly impossible to see clearly. 

Arthur released ''The Eye of Horus'', letting it drift into the storm. 

Though his own vision was obstructed, the Eye of Horus pierced through the crimson veil, revealing the outside world in shocking clarity. 

What he saw made his heart skip a beat. 

The rain pooled into crimson channels, forming blood-red streams across the land. Faces flickered in and out of existence within these channels—ghostly, fleeting visages. 

Despite the torrential downpour, the water level never rose. Instead, through the Eye of Horus, Arthur saw that the blood was being absorbed by the roots of strange, swaying trees—the same trees whose branches occasionally shed phantom-like entities. 

These apparitions dissolved into the trees, becoming their nourishment. 

Arthur exhaled in relief. At least the trees weren't doing anything beyond swaying and launching leaves. 

Returning to his seat, he reached out to touch the ground. "So… this rain is meant to nourish you?" 

Of course, there was no response. He chuckled wryly at himself and glanced over at Hela again. 

She had shifted positions, now lying sprawled on her side. 

Arthur's lips twitched. "Sleeping with your butt up… just like a pig." 

He checked the time. At least ten hours had passed, and yet she showed no signs of waking up. 

With nothing better to do, Arthur pulled out his phone and idly turned it on. 

His eyes widened in disbelief. "What the…? There's a signal?" 

As if responding to his surprise, the phone buzzed. 

A flood of notifications poured in—messages delayed by the spatial barrier, now arriving all at once. 

Arthur stared at the screen, stunned. 'What the hell is going on?'

He felt like his phone had turned into a little electric motor, buzzing incessantly. 

Once it finally "rested," Arthur opened it to check. 

No missed calls—just a flood of messages. 

There were ones from Tony, Natasha, Steve, and Spider-Man. But as expected, most of them were from ''Lily''. 

The older messages were buried at the bottom of the ocean of texts, while the more recent ones floated to the top— mostly about food, drinks, and trivial happenings at school. 

Scrolling all the way down, Arthur finally reached the earlier messages—the ones he was most curious about. 

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> "Today, someone from Stark Industries came to see me. They said you were away on a business trip. Since it was urgent and they didn't want me to worry, they sent someone in person to inform me. 

> Hmm… if they were so worried about me, why didn't you just call? Oh, and… you really work for Stark Industries? Unbelievable! I asked for his credentials and looked it up online. 

> It's real… Are you hitting the big time?"

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'Is this one of the Ancient One's arrangements?' 

Arthur pondered for a moment. It was either: 

1. The Ancient One had contacted Tony directly to handle Lily. 

2. Or, the Ancient One had pulled some strings through "connections" to make this happen. 

There were other possibilities, of course, but Arthur didn't dwell on them. What mattered was that, for now, his cover wasn't blown. 

Honestly, during the Battle of New York, when Lily called, the timing couldn't have been worse— especially since a helicopter was filming him from overhead. He couldn't be sure she hadn't spotted him on TV. 

He continued reading through her texts. 

Most of them were simple: asking when he'd come back, and sharing photos of various delicious dishes. 

Arthur couldn't help but smile as he scrolled, rubbing his empty stomach. 

"Man, I'm starting to miss 'pizza'." 

After some thought, he decided not to reply just yet. 

Given his current situation, who knew when he'd be able to return? Better to leave it for now. 

He moved on to Tony's messages. 

Most of them were inquiries about his safety, with Tony being the only one to include a progress update on their research. 

Tony mentioned that everything was going smoothly and even proposed a new idea—setting up an AI similar to ''J.A.R.V.I.S.''. 

Arthur broke into a cold sweat. 

"Is this… the origin of Ultron?" 

Honestly, Tony's fascination with building robots was already risky enough. 

Especially when it involved highly autonomous machines equipped with self-evolving AI. No one could guarantee what kind of bizarre philosophy such a creation might develop. 

Take Ultron, for example. His logic of "destroying the world to save it" was a prime example of how dangerously twisted an AI could become. 

Arthur considered sending a message to discourage Tony from pursuing the idea. 

But just as his fingers hovered over the screen, he hesitated. 

'Would Tony even listen to advice?' 

''(End of Chapter)''