and become completely integrated with him.

Gnar was already very weak. Schiller was sure that Stark and Batman couldn't just leave him here without doing anything. What would happen if he fell into the hands of two genius Frankensteins?

mentioned.

Gnar's scream only lasted for a short moment, and Schiller didn't need his power. The venom ate the part he could eat, but more than half was left. When the gray mist drifted over,

Schiller asked him: "Would you feel sad if you ate your own creator?"

"He is not my creator, you are."

Soon, gray fog covered the planet. Schiller didn't know what Stark and Batman had done to Gnar, but he was completely unable to resist. After the last trace of strength and memory were swallowed up, he returned completely.

The rules of cosmic chaos.

Gnar is not dead. This kind of existence that represents part of the rules will not die completely. There is no place for him to stay in the kingdom of death. He will only sleep. Maybe when the universe is destroyed and reborn, he will still be the oldest one.

The identity of the creature exists.

When the gray mist swallowed up 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 Klinta Star, looking at the starry sky in endless loneliness and deathly silence, and heard the call of the stars.

He instinctively sensed 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 floating at his fingertips. He caught this wisp of mist and condensed more mist.

At the same time, in the real world, endless gray mist surged from Schiller's body, and Venom had to retreat because he could feel that some kind of terrifying and magnificent magnificence was coming.

The fog coming out of Schiller's body was much more abundant and dense than before, forming an endless gray mist.

When the fog gradually dispersed, a bright starry sky appeared in front of Schiller's eyes - he heard the call of the stars.

It sounded like a baby's cry, loud and full of vitality, as if he was feeling novel and happy about the world he could clearly understand after stepping out of 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 among them. He did not fall into darkness or go crazy, and those terrible ravings did not shake him in the slightest.

Schiller slowly stretched out his hand. He responded to the call of the stars and even wanted to touch them, but the stars did not respond.

Only a tentacle of the thick gray mist reached out and touched the gray ring on Schiller's finger.

In the contract signed by Schiller and Gray Fog, he and they faced the truth of all this together, staring at the endless starry sky, Schiller called out his true name——

"The nameless fog..."

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