Transformers In Marvel

Many fanatical spectators were surprised to find that a strange guy appeared in the auditorium.

He walked up and down from time to time, pulling people to ask some strange questions.

"What is the meaning of your life?"

"Why do you like horse racing?"

"Why do you like these carbon-based creatures so much?"

"Why did someone tell me to bet on number seven to win? Obviously number five is the strongest."

"By the way, why are you wearing clothes? I was naked just now, and I was almost captured by a group of vicious creatures who claimed to be the police."

The guy in the fancy dress asks these questions time and time again.

By the way, this hippie clothes was also made by him.

In the end, the young man was finally disappointed after asking many people and failing to get a satisfactory answer.

"You are all hypocrites and never admit that you are not smart." He sighed deeply, disappointed.

The more he asked, the more confusion he had, but no one could stand up and answer his more and more questions, let alone the answer he was looking for—what is the meaning of life.

"Son, if you're looking for someone knowledgeable, I believe there's someone who can help you. The president of Parker Industries, Mr. Peter Parker, can answer your questions. He's a genius!" An old man stared at the racetrack with his eyes wide open. He didn't reply and said, "By the way, are you sure number five is the strongest? Don't lie to me, or I will make you pay the price!"

But he didn't get a response, and when he turned his head to look, the young man had disappeared in place.

...

Parker Industries, New York, boss Peter went to work as usual.

With a soft ding, the elevator reached the first floor. Peter walked in and turned around to press the floor. A strange guy in white clothes stood outside the elevator.

"Michael Jackson???"

Peter looked at the guy in front of him in bewilderment. Hasn't this guy been dead for decades? Why is he alive again? The appearance and shape of the clothes are exactly the same.

In fact,

This is the brand new image that this mysterious existence has just created for itself, yes, it is imitating a certain dancing god who has passed away.

"Do you want to come in?" Parker hurried to press the elevator.

"Do you like horse racing?"

"Michael" asked.

"What?" Peter was a little confused.

The elevator then closes, moving upwards.

On the second floor, while Peter was still frowning and thinking, the elevator door opened again.

"What is the meaning of life? To wear clothes? How do you perceive the diversity of this world?"

Before Peter could make a sound, the elevator went up again.

On the third floor, "Why don't the police come and arrest you when you're wearing clothes?"

On the fourth floor, "Why do you wear different clothes, some are tight, some are loose, one set during the day and one set at night."

On the fifth floor, "You are so coquettish."

Peter couldn't bear it anymore, with a blue face, he took out a gadget from his briefcase, which instantly turned into a spider web launcher, and shot directly at Mr. Michael in front of him.

He is not a fool. He has been a superhero for so many years and has faced countless super villains with all kinds of abilities.

Although the spider sense did not give him a warning, Peter decided to take the first step.

But the spider silk passed directly through this person.

"Mystery's trick?" Peter frowned.

He rushed out of the elevator, but that person had disappeared. What was even more weird was that when he used artificial intelligence to check the video, he couldn't find this person at all. He was talking to himself and going crazy the whole time.

"Sir, do you need me to contact the best psychologist for you?" the artificial intelligence said loyally.

"Shut up!"

Peter said angrily, deep anxiety and confusion flashed in his eyes.

The young man who didn't find the answer walked to the street with a confused expression on his face.

"Robbery!"

A knife was pressed against his back, and a deep voice came, "Take out the money, and remember not to make a sound, or you will know the consequences. I only want money, not human life."

"Money? Why do you want money?" he asked immediately.

The robber got impatient, and while holding the knife, he reached out to touch the trouser pocket of this familiar guy, but he didn't expect to find any money.

"Could it be that you are my regular customer and know that this is my site so you don't bring any money?" The robber frowned, looking at this guy who always seemed familiar, he could only curse inwardly.

Maybe I robbed this guy once.

He is still asking stubbornly: "For you, is money the meaning of life? Why do you use your short life to make money?"

"Are you on too many drugs?"

The robber looked at him in amazement.

"What is the truth of the world to you? To wear clothes?"

"Truth? Ha, let me tell you, you idiot, in this world, money is the truth, and money is the whole meaning of life!"

The robber sneered, and after searching for a long time in his trouser pocket, he found a few folded hundred-yuan bills, carefully spread them out and piled them up, and beat them on the palm of his hand with the momentum of millions: "Boy, the money is Everything, if you have money, you have the whole world!"

clatter clatter.

The robber arrogantly took several banknotes and beat them in the palm of his hand.

"What, what? If you have money, you have everything?"

This mysterious being froze in place. This was the first time someone told him specific things directly, rather than some general principles. For example, from socialism to communism, he was confused.

He stared straight at the man in front of him with his eyes wide open, watching a few old banknotes being beaten continuously, and listening to the very rhythmic voice, he had a feeling of ignorance.

"Yes, is that so? Money is the truth of the world?! Money is the meaning of life?!" The mysterious man opened his mouth wide in shock, as if he had opened the door to a new world with his own hands and pulled away the fog that obscured his vision.

"Yes, my man, with the money, you have everything!"

The robber was very satisfied with this guy's reaction, and his vanity was overflowing. It turns out that there are people poorer than me in this world.

"What about horse racing?"

"Horse racing? You like this? As long as you have money, you can buy all the horses in the world. No matter which horse wins, you win!"

The mysterious man was stunned, dizzy, and felt that what the robber said was too reasonable, more concise than those elderly polymaths.

"Then why do you wear clothes? Isn't it the truth of the world to wear clothes?"

"Wear clothes? Who said you have to wear clothes? Why are you so stupid? As long as you have money, you can buy clothes all over the world, leaving others with no clothes to wear!"

boom!

The mysterious existence seemed to be struck by lightning, and he stepped back three steps madly. While his mind was roaring, he stood in place as if he was stupid.

That's it, everything is understood, everything is explained.

It turned out that the reason why he searched hard for the meaning of life but could not find the answer was because he had no money! ! !

With money, there is all truth and meaning!

If he has money, he can own all the racehorses!

With money, he can make people all over the world naked! !

If he has money, he can make people all over the world who love horse racing and don't wear clothes be arrested by the police! ! !

Impeccable logic, flawless system, airtight explanation.

The spirit of the mysterious man changed in an instant. In an instant, his eyes shone brightly, and the power around him that was so terrifying that it could easily create and destroy everything showed a little bit. In this instant, all the energy of the entire earth All the index monitoring devices exploded, and countless superheroes were alarmed, but unfortunately they couldn't find the reason, let alone who caused it all.

The poor robber only felt his head explode, and every inch of skin on his body was about to be torn apart, but this feeling only lasted for a moment and then disappeared, so that the robber was suspicious and thought it was an illusion.

The robber was about to leave.

"You can't go, I'll take you to earn money!"

The mysterious man grabbed the robber and said solemnly: "Believe me, with your fist and my transcendent wisdom, we will own the whole world!"

The mysterious man who claimed to be a transcendent, a terrible power surged from his hand, almost broke off the robber's arm, and his face was distorted in pain.

The sun is scorching, and the sun is hot.

"Hey, Coke..."

The transcendent stopped suddenly, fell into deep contemplation, and watched the sweaty mortals step forward with deep eyes, took out money, took a sip of Coke, and showed joy and comfort.

Then, he looked at the robber with deeper eyes

"I'll buy!"

The robber gritted his teeth fiercely and looked at this unbelievably strong guy with horror on his face. He finally felt frightened and took out a banknote to buy two bottles of Coke.

"These weak lives have gained a sense of satisfaction that even I have never had before."

The Transcendent stands there tall and straight, wearing a white windbreaker, with a strong body and an extremely serious expression, like a philosopher thinking about the future, frequently attracting the fiery gaze of some young girls.

"Because they are rich, they have the satisfaction that even I have never had." The transcendent took a deep breath, and a gust of wind blew by, brushing his black hair. It was the wind that was jealous of his handsome face .

The female creatures around were almost fainted.

After receiving the Coke handed over by the robber, the Transcendent stuffed it into his mouth, took a bite, bit down the bottle and the Coke inside, and chewed it.

A new way of drinking.

Scared everyone else to death.

The Transcendent uses a little bit of his power to turn a building into a golden building on the spot with a single finger.

And it was made of pure gold. The soft gold was unable to maintain such a huge frame, and it immediately softened and collapsed, causing a bunch of people to loot the gold.

The robbers were dumbfounded, holding the Coke in a daze, and then rushed forward like crazy, grabbing a pile of gold fiercely.

This picture was immediately transmitted to the Internet, and soon the whole world knew that a new superpower had appeared.

For the next few hours, the Transcendence continued to convert matter into gold, and now his favorite thing to do is to change gold at random and generously distribute gold to others.

The most direct consequence of doing so is that the global gold price system is in jeopardy, and gold has become less and less valuable.

"Stop your actions, wealth is not accumulated by relying on superpowers, but by creation!"

Spider-Man lay prone on the ceiling, warning the Beyonder.

"Yes, you are so right, so I created other substances into gold to accumulate wealth." The transcendent was lying on the bed with a wine glass, surrounded by a lot of beauties, living a happy life.

"I don't mean that, I mean, you are so powerful and have the ability to get what you want, why can't you use him to do something good?" Spider-Man said angrily.

"What? I have lifted countless people out of poverty, and I can make them wear more clothes! Is there a richer person in this world who is more generous than me?" The transcendent stared wide-eyed.

More superheroes came, and some hot-tempered ones went straight to the action. After a while of ping-pong-pong-pong, this group of powerful warriors guarding the earth were beaten up and piled up into a hill.

In front of the tenth-level original transcendent, no matter how powerful these guys are, they are no different from ordinary people in the eyes of the transcendent.

These superheroes don't have the slightest bit of temper when they get beaten up.

"Who the hell are you and why did you come to Earth?" Superman asked vaguely, his face swollen into a pig's head, and it was difficult to speak.

"Some guys are very concerned about the earth, so I came here to experience how to be a person on earth." Transcendence said.

The superheroes looked at each other, confused.

What the hell is this thing, what you want comes true, and it is so powerful that there is no limit.

The Transcendent looked at them, thought for a while, pointed at them, and took off the clothes of these guys, and then pointed again, and a lot of policemen appeared.

"They don't have clothes on, grab them quickly, just like you did to me before." The transcendent said triumphantly.

The ignorant policemen discussed it, but had no choice but to take the superheroes away. After all, according to the rules, there is no end to breaking into private houses and running naked.

The heroes are dragged out in shame, naked.

As for the Transcendent... the most powerful warriors on Earth kneel together, only fools will provoke the Transcendent, at least until they find out the details of the Transcendent and have the power to defeat him, no one will be easily provoked This guy.

Not long after, the Illuminati held a meeting, and several of the most powerful heroes gathered together, everyone looked ashen, with a little embarrassment.

Words such as so big and so white popped up in their minds at every turn, and then they were kicked out again and again.

"First find a way to find out his origin."

Tony couldn't help but glanced at everyone present. After all, everyone was honest with each other, but his main eyes were on the beautiful lady, especially when he wanted to look at Diana with a gloomy face. Superman blocked the line of sight first.

"What are your plans, Tony?" Superman said seriously.

"As far as I know, only fifth-dimensional beings have the ability to contact troublemakers and get what they want," Tony said.

"What if it is an eighth-level god? Any eighth-level existence can get what they want." Someone asked.

"Under normal circumstances, this understanding is correct, but I found that every time this guy uses his ability, there is no energy change! Whether it is space teleportation, turning stones into gold, or easily defeating us, it seems that the world should be like this in the first place. , all the microcosmic particles are extremely strange, and they are changing spontaneously..."