Chapter 1407: Return of the Old Days (VI)

Brooklyn, New York, SHIELD agent training base, 1:00p.

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

"Okay, through these few classes, you should understand that these slimy little guys are not the disgusting mucus you imagine. They are mainly composed of symbiont factors."

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

"You are the mud! Apologize quickly!!!"

Seeing their teacher stunned, 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 met him, how should they evaluate him? Even the most gossipy students couldn't find a good adjective to describe the relationship between the two of them. If they had to say it, it would probably be "grudge couple".

Eddie cleared his throat, ignored Venom's roar in his heart, and began to pack up the books on the table, but unexpectedly, the teacher of the next class came early. Eddie turned around and saw Schiller walking into the classroom with the textbook "Interstellar Sociology" in his hand.

The students cheered. It was obvious that Schiller was very popular. What made them feel more secure was that Dr. Schiller was also a partner of the symbiote, which made them less disgusted with their future symbiosis with this group of slimy alien creatures.

Although no student had seen Schiller's symbiote, let alone Schiller and his symbiote quarreling like Eddie and Venom every day, they believed that the doctor and his symbiote must have a thrilling story, just like the story of him and Venom that Eddie had told many times in class but could never finish.

"Good afternoon, Eddie, how was your lunch break?"

"Not bad, how about you, doctor?"

"I'm fine too, do you have classes this afternoon?"

"There's another one in the next class, what's up?"

"Are we going to the sanatorium to chat in the evening? I'm glad that Venom and you have reconciled. If you don't mind, I'd like to update the status of your relationship."

Eddie smiled and asked, "What's there to update about a poor guy and his sludge?"

"I think your current state is more like 'a short separation is better than a new marriage'." Schiller folded his arms and looked at Eddie and said, "I think so very seriously, especially when I heard the cleaner complaining outside the door just now about who ate seven buckets of chocolate balls at lunch time... Let's just say it."

Eddie fled in panic.

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

Schiller was writing a medical record on his lap, and said without looking up: "I can see that you like my words during the day, but I can't write so bluntly in the report to Nick."

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

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

"Is it important?" Eddie answered a little dazedly, and it was obvious that the venom must be yelling in his mind again.

"Keeping a pet helps to keep your mind stable. Considering that you carry a pet with you...Okay, okay, Venom, I didn't say you are a pet, don't torment him."

Schiller comforted Venom, who was controlling Eddie to swing around, and said: "Considering that you carry an intelligent life with you, I think this is a great concession for him. After all, you can't expect an alien newborn to understand why humans need another animal with sharp teeth to accompany them."

Venom suddenly calmed down, 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 don't want to sleep with her..."

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

"No, Isn't it said that patients can't read their own mental evaluation reports? "

"You are not a patient. Nick would rather you go to work immediately than let you live in a mental hospital. You know him."

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

"Then, the official business is done." Schiller put the report aside and said, "I asked you to come here mainly to update your mental status evaluation report so that you can report to Nick, but there is also a little personal matter."

Schiller poured Eddie a glass of sparkling water. In fact, Venom likes to drink sparkling water, and Eddie is addicted to American coffee like any American reporter. Schiller thinks Venom is more tasteful in this regard.

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

"It's mainly Venom. Do you remember that he has a great 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 a little colder, which made Eddie feel chilly. He cautiously asked, "Is there something wrong with Gray Mist?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Some time ago, a certain aspect of my spirit was sublimated, and the aftermath of the sublimation brought Gray Mist into a new state of life."

Schiller was referring to the fact that Iron Man and Batman laid bricks for his tower. Gray Mist also benefited at the time, and in the days that followed, Schiller discovered some changes in Gray Mist.

"In short, 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 has become a mature body..." Schiller explained to Eddie in the simplest language.

Eddie opened his mouth in surprise and said, "He was still in the growth stage before?! God, isn't he strong enough? There is nothing in this world that can hurt you, how strong can he be?"

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

Eddie frowned, thought for a while, nodded and judged objectively: "Yes, he makes you almost invulnerable because he is a mist-like existence. Who can hurt a ball of mist?"

"But I 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 many more attack methods, not just using claws and fangs Bite. "

"He has many tentacles that can be extended almost infinitely, and they are very powerful. The tentacles can turn into wings, giving us the ability to fly, so we don't have to jump around on the ground. He can also make some of the symbiote factors leave us for a short time to control other people, so that I have a clone."

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

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

Then, he was a little curious again. Looking at Schiller, he said, "Gray Mist should have also devoured a lot of energy, but I have never seen you use large-scale magic. Is it because Gray Mist is not yet an adult?"

"In fact, I don't like to call this process growth, it's more like 'awakening'." Schiller frowned and said, "External forces have improved Gray Mist's wisdom, allowing him to see through his own essence and remember some things about his origin."

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

"You mean the God of Symbiotes, Nar?" Schiller raised his eyebrows indifferently, nodded, shook his head and said, "For a long time before, Gray Mist and I thought he was also the creation of the God of Symbiotes, Nar, but don't you think there are many doubts in this?"

"Nar created There are 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've wanted to say this for a long time." Eddie took a sip of water, swallowed the spicy drink with some difficulty, and said: "Gray Mist and all symbiotes are not in the same style. The Space Agent and I think that if you didn't insist on emphasizing that he was created by Knull, we would definitely think that Knull stole it from somewhere."

"You also know that the Space Agent is very old. Blue Spirit is even the earliest generations of symbiotes. He knows Knull better than any of us. They all think that he will not do this, and will not suddenly hope that a special symbiote can help him get out of trouble. To put it bluntly, he hates every God Tal because they are the culprits of his imprisonment. "

Schiller sighed softly and explained the whole story: "Just after Gray Mist awakened due to the improvement of wisdom, he told me that in his only very vague memory of origin, Knull did not create him, but "condensed" 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 Nar used his power to gather it together, becoming a creature that looks like a symbiote but is not?"

"The gray fog is a symbiote." Schiller's firm tone made Eddie a little confused again, and Schiller quickly explained: "In other words, it was Nar who reshaped the gray fog, using his way of making symbiotes, and he didn't know any other way, so the gray fog showed that it must have a host. "

"You mean he didn't need it?"

Schiller nodded and said: "The gray fog had a predecessor, but it was scattered for some reason. Nar used his power to gather and reshape him, making him think he was a symbiote, at least in his infancy. "

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

"Is the word 'ask' not very accurate?" Eddie narrowed his eyes, and he felt the intense hunger 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, and the gray mist was particularly conspicuous.

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

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

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 to eat your own 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 grand was coming.

The mist that floated 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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(Swearing)