Chapter 312: [Sponsored]: Ego Fucked up!
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"Let's be honest," Fang Mo directly said to Mantis: "I need your ability."
"My... ability?"
Mantis was taken aback, then tried hard to recall what had just happened. However, the ability to rewind time was so bugged that it was impossible for normal people to remember anything.
But Fang Mo had a good grasp of the Time Stone, and he had the Mind Stone in his hand, plus Mantis's own psychic abilities were quite strong, so she vaguely remembered some things, but these memories were very blurry. She could barely remember that Fang Mo seemed to be resisting something.
But what was it? She couldn't quite remember...
It felt like a terrifying sight, just thinking about it made her scalp tingle and her bones chill.
"What do you need me to do for you?"
After pondering to no avail and feeling a bit scared, Mantis spoke to Fang Mo: "I can indeed slightly alter people's emotions, temporarily calm them down, but your mind is too vast, like an abyss! This adjective is really apt, I'm very sorry, even just gazing into your mind would be swallowed up by that 'abyss'."
"My god, what on earth did you see in his mind?"
Rocket Raccoon, hearing this, couldn't help but ask: "You didn't see him destroying the galaxy, did you?"
"I guess it's scarier than that," Drax said. "Maybe she saw the entire galaxy sealed in a frying pan."
"I... I can't remember clearly..."
Hearing the questions from the two, Mantis shook her head with a bit of fear: "But please believe me, it is definitely an ultimate horror that you can't imagine, once that faint light goes out..."
At this point, Mantis suddenly shuddered uncontrollably.
Her face began to look vacant and dull, almost subconsciously mumbling: "It is beyond all scientific understanding... chaos and madness, everything we understand, know of all dimensions, all existences, all tangible things will crumble like foam, those bizarre geometrical bodies pieced together into indecipherable forms, it is the lord of all, and also a boundless demon... it will annihilate all beings... desecrate everything..."
"Hey, hey, what are you saying?" Rocket Raccoon didn't understand and directly slapped Mantis's knee: "Can you speak something we can understand?"
"Ah?"
Mantis looked at Rocket Raccoon in confusion and said strangely: "I... didn't say anything?"
"..."
Rocket Raccoon was stunned.
"Cough, cough, anyway, don't mind these details."
Just when the atmosphere was becoming increasingly eerie, Fang Mo suddenly spoke up, diverting the topic with a laugh: "Anyway, let's all give a round of applause to welcome the Flying Mantis to join the Rockets."
"What?"
Drax looked surprised at Mantis: "This disgusting bug lady can fly?"
"No, I can't."
Mantis quickly shook her head to explain.
"The Flying Mantis is just a metaphor," Fang Mo explained with a helpless palm to his forehead, having just made a joke referring to Pokmon.
"What in the world is a metaphor?"
Drax asked with outspread hands: "You call her Flying Mantis, yet she can't fly... Do you think that makes sense?"
"I...," Fang Mo twitched the corner of his eye and after a moment of speechlessness retorted: "The name Feitian Moutai also contains 'Feitian' (flying), have you ever seen anyone's Moutai flying?"
"You..."
Drax tried to speak.
But then, a green light suddenly shone from Fang Mo's palm.
"...Never mind then," shrugged Drax, turning his head away: "If you want to fly, then fly. I don't care anymore."The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
"That settles it then."
Fang Mo, with a laugh, dissipated the magic circle in his hand and turned to Mantis not far away: "Ego should have prepared a place for us to stay, right? Take me to the palace first, I want to try you..."
"Huh?"
"Come on, put me to sleep," Fang Mo said, seemingly relaxed and even in the mood for a joke.
Mantis nodded seriously and then placed her palm on Fang Mo's brow. Her own forehead's antennae emitted a white light, "Sleep, have a good dream..."
With her effort, Fang Mo immediately felt a wonderful sensation. It was like falling into a pile of pillows, soft and light, giving a very relaxing feeling. However, Fang Mo's own spiritual power was too immense. He could clearly feel that the lightness enveloping him was an illusion, a fragile fantasy constructed from spiritual power. Even a slight struggle would cause this world to collapse instantly. Truthfully, Fang Mo didn't like this feeling.
This dream was too fragile, but considering Mantis's power, he had no choice but to cooperate fully. He relaxed as much as possible, accepting the special mental signals transmitted by the other party, trying to immerse himself in this illusory dream.
With their joint effort, Fang Mo's breathing slowly calmed down. Drax, Rocket Raccoon, and even Groot and his spiky grandson were all curiously watching Fang Mo.
At this moment, Fang Mo, with his eyes closed and expressionless face, seemed not so much sleeping as he was in some kind of sleep-like ritual. This expressionless, almost indifferent Fang Mo somehow gave everyone an unusually strange feeling.
If the awake Fang Mo was like a joke-loving, somewhat neurotic friend, then the currently sleeping Fang Mo seemed more like a real dimensional demon god. He was emitting an indescribable aura. This unconsciously emitted aura was not strong, but it gave people a feeling of wanting to worship.
It was as if the one sleeping before them was a sovereign who created everything.
"Is this his true form?" Rocket Raccoon couldn't help but whisper, "Or rather... the form he has always resisted?"
Seeing Fang Mo fall asleep, Mantis also sighed in relief. But just as she withdrew her hand, the previously sleeping Fang Mo suddenly opened his eyes. His emotionless divine appearance startled everyone. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Fang Mo returned to his familiar self.
"No good, girl," Fang Mo said to Mantis, somewhat headache-stricken, "I did fall asleep, but I didn't dream. What's the use of just sleeping?"
"I did my best," Mantis replied guiltily, bowing her head, "Sorry, my abilities are limited..."
"Oh, don't blame yourself, I'll think of another way on my end."
Fang Mo waved his hand and then concentrated in deep thought. Soon after, he figured out a method and opened a portal, reaching into it.
Next, he took out the Sword of Wisdom (a sword sealed with supreme intelligence).
"Hey, isn't that our spaceship's AI?" exclaimed Rocket upon seeing this. With the supreme intelligence pulled out, who else could pilot the Milano to pick them up?
"Come on, hold it," Fang Mo said.
Ignoring Rocket Raccoon, Fang Mo handed the Sword of Wisdom to Mantis, "This is called the Supreme Intelligence. Try communicating with it, and then both of you figure out a way to get me to sleep..."
"I..." Mantis began, but before she could finish, her forehead antennas lit up faintly, seemingly communicating with the Supreme Intelligence on a conscious level. She quickly nodded, "I understand now, Mr. Fang Mo, please allow me another try..."
"Come, one more time."
Fang Mo, filled with anticipation, lay down on the couch and gestured.
"Please... have a nice dream..."
Holding the Sword of Wisdom in one hand and touching Fang Mo's forehead with the other, Mantis's antennas lit up faintly, and the neon patterns on the surface of the sword turned white, as if both were exerting their power in unison.
This time, Fang Mo finally entered his dreamland.
With a light and floating sensation, he found himself in a pure white dream. In the dream, he didn't die from a truck accident but instead pulled Fang Xin to safety. They bought ice cream together and happily returned home.
Upon reaching home, his mother returned with groceries and busied herself in the kitchen. Fang Mo instinctively wanted to help but was shooed away by his mother, who told him to rest and join everyone for dinner later. Knowing he couldn't disobey his mother, Fang Mo obediently rested.
When he woke up again, the sky had already dimmed.
Fang Xin gently pushed the door open, calling Fang Mo to come out for dinner. He rubbed his eyes and joined his sister in the living room, where their parents were already seated at the table. The table was laden with beef radish soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and spicy shredded potatoes, filling the house with a familiar aroma.
His place at the table was set with steaming rice and chopsticks.
His mother looked at him fondly, "Xiao Mo, don't stay up late anymore. Look at those dark circles under your eyes. Go wash your face and freshen up, let's...eat...f...a..."
However, her words trailed off oddly.
Her speech suddenly stretched out indefinitely.
Like a machine malfunctioning or a tape stuck, her voice stiffly hung on the last syllable.
Fang Mo looked up sharply, only to see his parents and sister, Fang Xin, turned monochrome, as if the world had frozen at that moment. Then, the sound of shattering resounded, and the beautiful dream cracked like a mirror, collapsing all around him.
As if the aroma of the beef radish soup still lingered in his nose, the warm world was no longer visible.
Various loud noises grew closer, awakening Fang Mo from his dream.
Opening his eyes, Fang Mo saw white tentacles waving wildly nearby, Ah Xue maintaining a barrier beside him awaiting his awakening, and the Guardians of the Galaxy fighting off the tentacles in the distance.
Seeing this scene before him, a boundless irritation surged in Fang Mo's heart.
