Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 746 2. His creed in life is to do your best and leave the rest to retribution [Gaga! 】

Mason felt like he was in a dream.

It was a bizarre and strange dream. He was trapped in the most terrifying hell. Just when Mephisto was about to be turned into a maniac with a burning fork inserted into his leg and thrown into the oil pan, a black pirate ship appeared on the lava lake. Rampage appeared and knocked Mephisto down amidst the shouts of a strange pirate captain.

Then the bastard captain invited himself to join his pirate group, and promised to introduce his sister to him. Then on the blind date, before he even saw the lady, the dream suddenly dissipated.

In the vague return of his five senses, Mason heard two voices arguing.

"Asshole! Don't use your void will to interfere with his mind. He is not a fighter, you madman. He can't withstand the will test under your call of truth. Look! His limbs are beginning to transform into tentacles.

roll roll roll!

Get out of my lab. "

"Oops, what are you shouting for? I just want to play with Brother Mason again. This guy is the shyest among us. In terms of innocence, only Tyrion, the incomparable lover, can rival him.

It’s really hard for such a cute little guy to get mixed up with us old-timers. Alas, put Judas down! That broken sword of yours is too dangerous.

Can't I just leave?

Let's have a drink together when he gets better. He picked up a lost soul before he joined the job, which fully proves that he is very suitable for this line of work.

Let me quickly confuse him so that he can take over my responsibilities.

I've long since gotten tired of salvaging. "

"You have a good idea. Go and do your job honestly. Mason is the logistics manager. Although he is still a little green now, he will grow up quickly."

Those two voices were noisy in the captain's ears, causing his consciousness to return faster, his eyes gradually becoming clearer, and then he subconsciously raised his fingers in front of his eyes.

But what caught his eye was twisted flesh turning into weird tentacles.

Mason was dumbfounded by this scene.

Then he realized that he might not have woken up yet, or he might have woken up and seen a hallucination. Well, he might as well sleep for a while, so he closed his eyes again.

"Get up when you wake up, don't stay in bed."

A familiar voice sounded in Mason's ears, with a kind urging. The captain recognized that this guy was the man of light who had appeared in front of the main body of the world gate.

He hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes and said mutely:

"I'm warning you, if I open my eyes and see my hands turn into tentacles, I will kill myself immediately, no joke."

"Uh, wait a minute."

The voice hesitated for a moment, then shouted outside:

"Black! Bastard! Take your power back to me! I'm giving you a final warning, otherwise Tyrion will come to talk to you."

"Let him come, who is afraid of whom?"

A dissolute voice shouted in the distance:

"That guy is busy looking for someone, how can he have time to beat me up? I'm not afraid of you, hey hey, newcomers have to accept workplace bullying from veterans. This is the rule, this is... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ? Aren't you...Wait! Put down Taisalak! Bastard, fuck! The first move is the annihilation of all things. Did I steal your mother-in-law? For such a big hatred, don't chop it on the head!

It hurts to grow back, you bastard. "

"boom"

There was a loud noise, and then Mason felt a surge of cold air, almost freezing his soul.

This made it impossible for him to pretend to be asleep, so he jumped up from the bed and rubbed his arms to move the water in his body to warm himself up again.

The power of the Evil God of the Void has been drained from his body, allowing him to return to normal. In front of him, a guy wearing a weird robe is opening a crimson magic shield to help him resist the terrifying frost surging from the outside world.

Absolute zero is not worth mentioning under this crazy attack. What is even more terrifying is that the frost that freezes the soul is just the aftermath of the external battle and is mostly blocked by the spellcaster in front of him.

Are everyone in this organization monsters and lunatics? !

Mason turned to look at the outside fighting area. In the quaintly decorated hall, the burning firelight of the fireplace vaguely illuminated an indescribable shadow amidst the thousands of chills.

A black cloak covered his body, and under the cloak there were thousands of snake tentacles surging. He wore a strange void mark on his chest, and a faint whisper stimulated the captain's mind.

This indescribable state is much more exciting than the strange appearance of the evil god, and what is hostile to him is a lifeless existence.

I couldn't see the specific figure clearly, but I could see the black armor and the broken blade in the frost-wrapped storm. In silence, I was almost suppressing the lightless evil god and beating him hard.

"Don't look over there, your soul will be taken away by those two guys."

"The Man in the Light" kindly reminds:

"With your life form, you can neither resist the 'blessing of truth' of the Silent One, nor the soul fragmentation of the Dark Blade Death. For the sake of your consciousness, it is better not to pay attention to them, lest I have to sew your consciousness back together again." It’s not difficult to get up, but it’s such a waste of time.”

"Uh, is this how you usually get along?"

Mason turned his head calmly, not looking at the raging battle outside but looking at the spellcaster in front of him.

The latter was wearing a strange crimson robe, with the hem spread out in a unique quadrangular shape, and streamers hanging from the shoulders. He wore a pair of very elegant glasses with his flying black hair, covering the ashes in his pupils. Weird pupils like rings.

His biggest feature is a very strange diamond-shaped crystal on his forehead, dotted there like a third eye, making him full of a strange charm of mysticism.

However, this guy who is obviously a spell caster wears not a wand but a rather strange-looking magic sword on his waist.

If I heard correctly just now, this sword should be called "Judas".

Well, what a weird name.

"We usually get along well with each other, but today the boss went to play mahjong, so the stinky pirate was a little too high. Don't pay attention to him. He usually looks like his cerebellum has shrunk."

The magician sighed and said:

"But it's not his fault. His strength determines that he is like a crazy metronome, swinging back and forth between sanity and madness. Even though he is annoying now, when he becomes sane, you will know that he is still Could be more annoying.

Forget it, let’s not talk about him. "

The magician gracefully levitated forward, stretched out his hand towards Mason, showed a gentle smile, and introduced himself:

"Merlin, my name is Merlin, Mason Riley.

You can call me 'Raven', I like it when people call me that, of course, if you want to be more formal, you can also call me 'Lord of Vanity' or 'King of Hell'. "

"vanity?"

Mason pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose in surprise and said:

"You don't look vain. You give me the impression that you are the best one in this 'Crazy God Boy Group'."

"Of course, I am happy to do this. I care more about my image in the eyes of others than my true side. I always hope to be looked down upon by strangers and dissipate my vigilance.

Isn’t this the essence of vanity? "

The smile on Merlin's face became even bigger, which made the captain feel chilled.

All right.

There is nothing wrong with any of the three people here.

At this time, I was already surrounded by the Evil God of the Void, the Cold-faced God of Death, and the King of Hell. Now that I said I didn't want to play anymore and wanted to quit, I guess the outcome might not be good.

"My name is Mason, Mason Cooper."

The captain stretched out his hand and shook it with the vain king in front of him. The latter raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Install a locator for me? Are you serious?"

"Uh, sorry, my hands are slippery and my hands are slippery. It's a professional habit."

Mason was embarrassed and took back the nano-level locator hidden in his hand.

He took a look at the area he was in, which looked like a magic laboratory, and saw a shimmering crystal on the alchemy table in front of him, as if greeting him.

He blinked and said:

"That is."

"Oh, that's the lost soul you brought back. What a lucky little guy."

Merlin, the vain king who seemed to be easy to talk to, stretched out his hand and the crystal on the table levitated and landed in front of Mason's eyes. He explained:

"After falling into the void, this child was too far away from Blake's daily cruising and salvage range, so he was never discovered and rescued in time. If he hadn't met you, he would probably have been swallowed by the void package.

In fact, his condition was already very bad.

If you'd been an hour or two later, he would'

The Maharaja shook his head and said softly:

"It was you who saved you, Mason. This fully proves that you have the talent to do this. The attention we paid to you has paid off at this moment.

Compatriots

Our compatriots who are lost in the void are saved because of you. "

"He saved me."

Mason reached out and held the protected crystal in his hand, and whispered:

"If he hadn't kept sending out messages asking for help, I would have...wait! Did you just say compatriots?"

The captain was shocked, raised his head and looked at the smiling Merlin Riley, and said:

"Is that what I mean?"

"What do you think?"

Merlin asked back:

"Do you still think that those of us are native to this multiverse that was born from fantasy and became reality outside the realm? No, Mason, we come from the same place.

Everyone is a time traveler.

The flow rate of time in each universe is different, so it may even take longer for you to arrive here than for us. Of course, it is also a fact that we complete the transformation of our second life faster than you.

But it's not your fault.

Just because we chose the path of strength and you chose your own path, I guess you should have been an excellent craftsman in your hometown."

"He's just a blue-collar guy who just joined the job. To put it bluntly, he's a screwdriver. He has some personal hobbies."

Mason waved his hand humbly. After knowing that these guys in front of him were time-travelers from the same hometown as himself, he became somewhat close to these powerful guys.

Then he asked:

"What about you? What did you do before?"

"Ah, once upon a time, my first life, it seems so long ago that it already seemed like a million years ago."

The King of Vanity smiled, thought for a while, and said:

"I seem to be a young teacher who advocates mysticism. Maybe there is something wrong. After all, I haven't recalled the past for a long time."

"Then you are so inferior. No wonder you look so weak now."

The fighting outside had stopped at some point, and the stinky pirate who rescued Mason from the out-of-control power armor was leaning against the entrance door of the laboratory with wounds all over his body.

He grabbed the wine bottle and poured wine into his mouth, waving his hands and saying:

"Before I traveled through time, I was a serious sailor. The kind with certificates. He was a brave and passionate man who fought against the wind and waves. This may have destined my fate with the sea.

Yo, Mason, help me repair my boat when you have time, and use your super skills to make my little cutie more beautiful. "

"Is it the wine bottle you threw away?"

Mason stared at the bastard in front of him with an unhappy expression. He touched his head and said:

"I guess there are many ways to send souls to the new world, right? Why do you have to smash my head so hard that it bleeds?"

"Well, there is really no need to bleed out. Don't you think this is great?"

The smelly pirate's eyes widened, he made a fist gesture and said:

"The feeling of a wine bottle being hit on the head is great. The pleasure of opening someone's head is no less than the pleasure of succeeding in a robbery. I like the pleasure of a super brawl."

"But you may not realize that it caused a lot of psychological damage to me. It's so stupid to throw objects at high altitudes!"

Mason picked up his big engineering wrench and walked towards the pirates. He said fiercely:

"I want it back, bastard!"

"Whoosh"

At this time, he had changed into an elf-style robe. The cold-faced Grim Reaper, who was sitting by the warm fireplace and drinking hot tea, casually flicked a bottle of wine on the table, spinning towards Mason and being caught by the captain. In his hand, the bottle was rising and falling under the wide-eyed gaze of the pirate.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound.

The fragrant wine shattered into pieces amid the flying glass shards. Pirate Pirate didn't move at all and reached out his hand to dip the fallen wine on his face into his mouth and took a sip.

He said helplessly:

"What a waste. This is a good thing I stole from Seb's bar. But, I'm starting to like your character. Hey, let's drink together when you have time."

The Pirate Pirate reached out and patted Mason on the shoulder and said to him:

"You will become a very good pirate. I see this potential. Why don't you give yourself a chance to give it a try? As I said before, I still lack a boatman on my ship."

"On the other hand, his ability can play a better role in a wider range, instead of following you around in the void all day long, and occasionally running to other universes to cause trouble."

The King of Vanity glared at the stinky pirate and said:

“Isn’t it time for you to go on patrol?

This month's share of lost souls is still less than one-third. If it is not enough by the end of the month, then it will be me or Tyrion talking to you. My friend, you don't expect Cyber ​​to be angry, right? "

"Hey, that thug can only speak with his fists and has no technical content at all."

The Pirate Pirate curled his lips, but still waved his hands wildly, picked up his captain's hat from the side and put it on his head, and said goodbye to everyone very elegantly. Finally, he made eye contact with Mason with a meaningful smile, hum. He strode out of the hall singing a strange pirate song.

His sword hung in the air and followed him away as if it were alive.

It wasn't until that sword was young that the Black Death Sword on Mason's body quietly appeared as if he was relieved, and was glanced at by the King of Vanity before hiding it back with a whoosh.

Hey hey hey, they are all big guys, you can’t afford to offend them.

"That guy with dirty hands and feet took away your Star Emperor's heart."

The cold-faced Grim Reaper sitting by the fireplace was holding hot tea and said in a voice with a strange accent:

"Don't you plan to come back? I can help for free."

"That's money to buy my life. It's an indisputable fact that he saved me. I can't let him go in vain."

Mason sighed and said:

"It would be a disaster to have that thing in my hands. Anyway, I have figured out its blueprint and manufacturing principle. Now I just lack some materials. Speaking of which, Lord Death, what did you do?"

"Unemployed young people, animation nerds."

The cold-faced God of Death said without raising his head, and then said:

"Just call me Tyrion. Welcome to the Brotherhood of Shadows. Mason, I personally welcome your arrival. Your responsibilities will be assigned by Merlin. Do your best."

"Um."

Mason nodded. Seeing that the cold-faced handsome guy had no intention of saying anything else, he followed the Lord of Vanity out of the hall. The Elf Death sitting on the sofa stared at his back. After Mason disappeared, he said sadly:

"It's not him Dick, where are you?"

"That guy is most likely dead."

The returning pirate quietly reappeared in the shadow of the burning fireplace. He leaned next to the sofa and said to the God of Death:

"I have traversed all the universes so far. I have been sailing in the void for so long and there are still no clues. Do you want to continue looking?"

"Perhaps that ray of holy light has not yet been reborn."

Death sighed and said:

"Keep looking! We will never abandon any of our brothers! Never!"