Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics Chapter 6220: Machine Soul Utopia (Final)

After regaining his sight, Shiller found himself flying in the sky. It wasn’t that he voluntarily flew up; he was blown up by the storm. This was a space that even Shiller found difficult to describe. As far as the eye could see, it was all chaotic storms, and more importantly, the storm was blowing space itself, with space fragments everywhere, violent and dangerous.

Shiller was simply astonished. For one second, he even suspected whether this might be Nya’s trap. But in the next second, Nya’s suspicion was completely cleared because a rat flew in front of him, helplessly waving its claws.

“Where is this?!” the rat shouted.

“How would I know?!” Shiller shouted back.

He didn’t even ask why this rat would appear here; why else? This was Nya’s scheme!

Nya didn’t lend them power for free. His goal from the start was for Shiller and his group to find Iron Man, then take his power into the Eternal White Hole, so he could seize it.

But merely having power without anyone to operate it wouldn’t work. So lending Shiller power was actually to hide his clone inside. That rat didn’t just show up in the Primitive Forest casually; this was all part of Nya’s carefully designed plot.

However, the Iron Man from the Prime Universe wasn’t one to be trifled with. He’d experienced many disasters, crossed countless major events with the Prime Universe, and his experience could loop around the Three Great Empires. He had anticipated the clone incapable Nya might play this trick, so he directly blew up Misisha’s phone, cracking the load-bearing wall with the dogs, burying most of Nya’s clones.

Yet Nya, being resourceful, sent a clone to fool Shiller and his group, asking Shiller to borrow power from Nya, then sneaking in. Once Shiller found Iron Man, he would jump out and snatch the Eternal White Hole.

However, Iron Man proved to be more cunning than expected. Shiller indeed arrived at a Mysterious Space, but this space was not the Eternal White Hole at all. Iron Man somehow made Nya believe they had already passed through the Eternal White Hole’s passage into its core. So the rat came out, only to be trapped here.

The sequence of this whole scheme went something like this: Nya tried to corrupt the Ancient Ones to open a door through them, but the Ancient Ones were annihilated by Shuggos sent by Iron Man, Nya lost a round.

Shiller entered to find Iron Man, Iron Man made a nuisance call to Misisha, causing him to go mad and break the house burying Nya’s clones, but Nya was prepared, activated another clone to find Shiller and his group, Iron Man lost a round.

Nya organized a foundation’s expedition team on Earth, intending to dig out the Ancient Ones from deep within the South Pole to use them to open a door, or simply to find the entrance to the Eternal White Hole, but was intercepted by Reck, Nya lost a round.

Shiller obtained information from the Ancient Ones about Iron Man, searched for Yog’s relic, successfully entered Mysterious Space, Nya thought they had entered the Eternal White Hole, exposing his clone, Nya lost another round.

But obviously, Nya didn’t feel he lost the final round. The rat was still yelling, “Why does this place look like this?! Wasn’t it supposed to be a white space?!”

“Did you name your dog Carrot?” Shiller shouted at it, “Who told you the Eternal White Hole has to be white?!”

Shiller didn’t deny this place was the Eternal White Hole, though he felt it unlikely. But he didn’t make a definitive statement. On one hand, he feared Nya might get desperate, on the other hand, without stating it clearly, Nya might still be able to assist.

As for why he believed this wasn’t the Eternal White Hole, it was because he knew how the Great White Space was described in the original “Mad Mountains,” although it was vaguely mentioned, the place certainly wasn’t dangerous. With storms of this level, even the Ancient Ones couldn’t fly here.

This constituted an information gap between him and Nya. Nya’s understanding of the Eternal White Hole probably leaned more on the rules aspect, and he might not have entered it himself, possibly unaware of its true nature. Maybe he considered this one of Iron Man’s defensive measures.

However, Shiller, being familiar with both the original text and Iron Man, was convinced this wasn’t the Eternal White Hole, not even a peripheral part. Iron Man wouldn’t wait for Nya to come in before defending.

It’s often said that interventionism is a double-edged sword. For matters where interference isn’t needed, being forceful can be annoying, but for truly useful situations, pervasive governance could yield excellent results. Iron Man would never opt for defensive counterattacks; he’d definitely proactively arrange intercepting measures using every means available, so this is more likely Iron Man setting a trap for Nya.

But it was somewhat strange that this trap had also ensnared himself. Could it be that Iron Man had too much confidence in himself, thinking he wouldn’t perish in such a level of disaster, and thus felt assured about filling this place with space storms?

Shiller sensed something was off. Iron Man was a hero, and they had quite a decent relationship; betting on someone’s safety seemed unlikely. Could there be a contingency?

Then Shiller began to observe this space. That’s right, even though it was already in chaos, he was still able to lay on a piece of space fragment, using his tentacles to firmly wrap around the fragment to prevent himself from being thrown off, but he still had to operate carefully to avoid being cut into fragments by other fragments.

The rat wasn’t bad either; he was also clinging to a piece of fragment, cautiously observing the surroundings, seemingly intending to find a way to the real Eternal White Hole, but in fact, more likely pondering how to unlock Iron Man’s defense mechanisms. He seemed determined to overcome this challenge and reach his destination.

After observing, Shiller concluded that this should not be Iron Man’s doing. It seemed too disordered here, appearing to be in a state of complete chaos, which Iron Man absolutely despised.

As it was said, Iron Man has artistic pursuits, somewhat reminiscent of Yog, all of his creations bear an intense personal style. And his style is actually easy to describe; he likes things with a sense of order, which might also be a common trait among scientists.

Let alone making eggs square—if he ever had the chance to reshape Earth, he would definitely try to make Earth square too. Tony from the Central Universe once complained to Shiller that because of the uneven distribution of the Temple, the Magician-created Earth Magic Defense Network is not a standard sphere, and even when magnified, it has a lot of uneven pits, driving perfectionists insane.

If Iron Man really designed any traps here, it absolutely would not be designed like this. At the very least, storms would be arranged more orderly, or rotations would follow a direction, or else the fragments’ shapes would be the same, presenting a beautiful sense of order.

However, the storm here seemed insane, spinning randomly, with different intensities in different areas. The storms overlap and devour each other; it’s a complete mess, resembling not nature but a deranged organism.

And just when the storm where Shiller was brushed past another storm, he faintly saw a strange wisp of fog at the bottom.

Shiller froze, even forgetting to grasp the space fragment. Numerous images suddenly emerged in his mind. Shiller didn’t often have these experiences, but at this moment, certain memories bubbled uncontrollably to the surface. This meant he finally experienced the perspective of his friends—suddenly realizing how vast the firmament covering their heads was.

During the descent, Shiller made no resistance. He saw the rat staring at him in shock, like looking at a corpse. But Shiller still didn’t utilize any strength to grab any fragments nearby, letting himself continue to fall until he reached the bottom, which was filled with dense gray fog.

But it was not a peaceful place there; rather, it was even more violent. Endless fog tears everything apart, Shiller’s body, the tentacles of Nya’s power, ultimately his spirit—only the spirit was not torn apart.

Facing the overpowering force, Shiller’s spirit body still didn’t completely dissipate. A certain will kept him awake, repeatedly calling: “Wake up! Wake up!”

After a while, he finally called out that name, the mysterious name of the existence that once spawned Yog-Sothoth in the Cthulhu Mythos, now just a mindless fragment—”Naog Sokhup! Wake up!”

The human race’s will is the firmest pillar in the cosmos. Once realizing what the ferocious entity in front was, no storm could shatter Shiller’s will. He continued to call, even proactively spreading his spirit body to coalesce. He must awaken him.

This was the first time in Schiller Rodriguez’s life that he had no choice. For the first time, he was forced to face difficulties like a real human, but it was to save a god.

Shiller worked hard to consolidate his spirit. Slowly, he sensed something adhering to the edge of his spirit body. So he gathered his spirit body towards that direction, more and more, until the little spark gathered and, at a certain moment, in his willpower, in his perseverance, in his love, it was completely ignited.

In an instant, the existence that once towered over the Three Pillars Gods was reborn. Shiller’s perspective leaped above the Stars.

Senses became incredibly noisy, the view very chaotic. But Shiller still felt a certain gaze, a very strong presence. He instinctively looked towards there, where there was an extremely bright star, a densely clean whirlpool, just like the white holes described in science fiction.

Shiller knew what he needed to do. He slowly approached that white hole, enveloping it. During this process, he saw clearly the massive city built in that space system, with diverse mechanical creations, infinite and omnipresent, like the eternal utopia of the Machine Soul.

He looked up, as if he saw the small Sky Island floating in the sky and the high-hanging Black Sun.

Neither the Ancient One nor Iron Man was just the former owner of this place, now, its master was Schiller Rodriguez. Whether it was the Great White Space or the Eternal White Hole, they were just former names of this place, now, this mysterious space was called the “Foggy World.”

Golden light flashed by, Yog-Sothoth’s passage opened. Gray fog wrapped the white space passing through the long space passage, arriving at a universe familiar yet strange, then like a meteor, flew towards the symbiotes’ homeland—Klinter Star.

When the meteor crashed to the ground, the bright arc of the Star cut through the dark horizon, the God of Symbiotic Body Nal awakened from slumber, hearing a call coming from the distant blue planet in the cosmos.