After time-traveling, I became a minion of the evil god?

Because that knowledge is simply challenging human nature.

"Informal simulation has a time limit, and it will end in a month at most, 12 hours in the world where the host is located"

"During the two formal simulations, only one informal simulation is allowed, and the host actively chooses whether to proceed"

"Do you want to start the simulation?"

"Wait first! I'm going to put something down. For the conscious body, you don't need food and water, right?"

"Consciousness will be possessed by a living body, so food is still needed. The host can bring some, and you can also bring some medicine to treat injuries, just in case."

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"The weaker the living body, the easier it is to cling to"

"That's it."

If the sub-system wouldn't explain it in such detail, then I would be able to prepare well before starting.

I stuffed some compressed biscuits, mineral water, chocolate, trauma medicine, surgical kit, anesthetic, syringe, and hemostatic medicine into the storage space.

Finally, put in the black robe that will automatically repair, and the storage space is already full.

"Sure enough, it's still too small."

Of course, he wanted to bring more than these, but if he couldn't fit it, he could only have important items.

 …  

After packing up his belongings, he lay back on the bed.

"Okay, let's start, first ask, don't you need to blow up the toilet this time?"

"It's just coming with a consciousness body, there is no need to send it as a whole, please rest assured"

In the next second, Mo Yu lost consciousness instantly.

. . . . . .

Dang!

A soda can fell on the ground and bounced a few times, rolling into a small dirty puddle.

In the dark alley, a person curled up in a corner suddenly opened his eyes, as if awakened by the sound.

"Are you there? This is attachment..." A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the suspected homeless man. He struggled to get up from the ground and rubbed his extremely hungry stomach with one hand.

"System, you can't find a better target, you won't choose a homeless man."

"Because he is very qualified. Although he is weak from hunger, he is in good health and weak in consciousness."

“…”

Now Mo Yu is so hungry that he doesn't want to talk anymore, and he hasn't eaten for a few days, and his whole body is exhausted.

When he staggered out of the alley, he saw the foreigners coming and going on the street.

"It seems like a very interesting world, but I need to eat something first, and take a shower and change clothes by the way." Individual.

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Bang!

"Stop hitting! I...I'll give you money..."

In the messy alley, several people were lying on the ground and howling, Mo Yu grabbed one of them by the collar and punched him again.

"Hurry up, or you'll have to stay in the grave in the future, and there are a few of you, if you don't want to die, just take out all the money."

Hearing these words, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of the gangsters at the scene. Enduring the pain, they took out money from their pockets.

Originally, he planned to tease this homeless man, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.

That punch hit the stomach, and it felt like all the internal organs were twisted together.

After taking the money from the gangster, Mo Yu whistled happily, counted it and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, "[-]" Then next, I will take some of your time to talk about the gods I believe in."

Punks: "..."

Are you still a missionary? ?

But compared to being beaten, it doesn't matter just listening for a while.

Then, a strange scene appeared in the alley. A few gangsters squatted on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, listening to a man who looked like a tramp preaching the god he believed in.

The gangsters didn't pay attention to it at first, but they gradually concentrated their attention and listened seriously without knowing it.

"...that god is located in the ancient city of R'lyeh in the deep sea, waiting in a deadly sleep until the stars return to their place! The great Cthulhu will wake up from the eternal dream! With his family members Coming again!"

"Remember our slogan, Mr. Ke sends candy!! Come! Shout after me!"

"Ke Zong sends candy!"

Mo Yu shouted fanatically, like a true fanatical believer.

The gangsters looked at each other, if they didn't shout, they would be beaten again, right?

Anyway, it's just a few words, and there will be no loss.

"Ke, Ke always sends sugar..."

"Speak up! Didn't eat!"

Noticing Mo Yu's dissatisfied expression, the gangsters hurriedly put aside other thoughts and shouted loudly: "Mr. Ke sends candy!!"

"Ke Zong sends candy!"

"Ke Zong sends candy!"

After a while, Mo Yu walked out of the alley, and could vaguely hear shouts from behind.

The corner of his mouth raised, and he took out the money he got from his pocket: "The harvest is not bad, and I also found some guys to preach, but I don't know how many of them can develop into believers."

"This is really a good place, it is simply the most suitable hotbed."

As he spoke, he looked up at the building in the distance, a group that is well-known in this world, and at the same time, a well-known name in his mind.

"Stark Group, system, you really know how to pick a place."

The Marvel universe is simply too much fun.

I just don't know when the mythical projection will come.

The system only said that it would appear soon after I arrived, but it didn't say how long it would be.

It probably won't be too long, after all, I only have one month.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the sky. Judging from the densely covered appearance of the dark clouds, it was estimated that it was going to rain heavily.

Mo Yu didn't waste any more time, and hurried to buy some clothes, then went to the hotel to get a room, and took a good shower.

After washing, he finally saw his current appearance clearly.

A muscular young man with blond hair, but his eyes were bloodshot, and on his arms, there were some traces of suspected syringes.

"Cool~ Free and Beautiful Country, it's really free." He can probably guess what's going on with the syringe mark on his arm. Drugs are very popular in this place.

"System, didn't you say you are in good health? Does that count?"

"It's just the destruction of the spirit. With the consciousness of the host, the slight dependence of this body is not a problem at all."

"Forget it, I'll take a rest first, I'm too tired."

He walked out of the bathroom, fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

But outside the hotel, the dark clouds in the sky gradually became strange, forming a funnel-shaped vortex...

S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier.

dong dong~

"Please come in."

"Director! The center of the vortex cloud produced violent magnetic field fluctuations! And a huge energy was detected!"

A woman in a black professional suit walked into the office quickly and put the report in her hand on the desk.

Behind the desk, a dark-skinned, one-eyed, bald man calmly picked up the report and flipped through it.

As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he has never seen any big storms.

"Continue to monitor and report immediately if there is any situation."

This swirling cloud that suddenly appeared was really strange, and he felt a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart.

. . . . .

Crackling! !

From the tip of the funnel of the whirlpool cloud, three bolts of thunder suddenly fell, striking the tall building below.

In an instant, the roof of the building was scorched black, and at the same time, three figures appeared at the point where the lightning fell.

A burly man wearing ancient Greek armor looked at the surrounding scenery and asked, "Is this the place? The new world that the mysterious voice said is a bit strange, but you just need to conquer it."

"Ares, don't be careless. It's not clear what its purpose is. You'd better not act recklessly."

Also wearing an ancient Greek-style helmet and a snake armor on her upper body, holding a spear in her right hand and a shield 4.6 in her left hand, the blond woman reminded her companions with a cold voice.

"Don't tell me what to do, Athena!" Ares was very dissatisfied with her words. As a god of war, he would not like to be directed by others.

"Okay, you two, be quiet."

The last god who came also spoke, and stopped the dispute between the God of War and the Goddess of Wisdom.

He has gray hair and beard, holds a golden scepter in his right hand, and wears a white ancient Greek robe. There seem to be countless thunderbolts in his eyes.

"No matter who that mysterious voice is, this world will belong to Olympus!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, a thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and the flickering thunder light reflected on the bodies of the three gods.

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After waking up, Mo Yu left the hotel in good spirits.

It was already night outside now, that is to say, he slept directly from day to night.

But this is just right, the night is the real dark carnival time.

Taking out the mobile phone he snatched from the gangster, he began to collect relevant information on the Internet.

Although I know what kind of world this is, but there is no detailed information, and the system is not so kind to send it to him.

After collecting information, he also roughly determined the current timeline.

The big battle of Avengers has not yet appeared, but the time is almost the same, that is, before the outbreak of the big war.

"Before Avengers One, then we have to make a good plan."

"But what is this funnel cloud? Loki is here?"

On the screen of the mobile phone, a photo of clouds converging into a funnel shape was enlarged, which was released just a few hours ago.

It's just that he remembered that Loki came through the portal, so he didn't make much noise.

So what's going on with this funnel cloud?

The shape obviously didn't come naturally, something must have happened.

"Host, 14 myth projections have come, please experience the simulation well"

"It's coming? Could it be this?" The system's prompt reminded him of two things, the mythical projection's coming, and the unusual weather just happened.

"What descended? Warcraft? Or some legendary creature?"