Transformers In Marvel

"Everything is normal on the wall of origin."

"Up to now, I haven't found any trace of Savitar, I can't find him at all! Someone help me!!"

"Small-scale changes have occurred in the Speed ​​Force. It seems that someone has crossed the timeline. I am closely monitoring the progress of the situation..."

"Strange! Doomsday suddenly abandoned the universe that he almost destroyed, and moved towards the main universe like crazy! The reason is unknown!"

"The Sangong avatar was defeated and destroyed by the owner of the infinite gem. We need to pay close attention to Sangong's actions and beware of him jumping over the wall in a hurry!"

"What you said, watch out for Crypto's Kryptonian dog to come out and bite you."

"It's okay, I won't let the Cryptos find out, these little white dogs won't even try to find us in 10,000 years!"

...

In an extremely spacious and bright huge conference room, countless figures are busy, coming and going, and everyone is holding something in their hands, walking back and forth in a hurry.

Only a few people were very leisurely, put their feet on the table moistly, whistled, enjoyed various drinks in their hands, and gloated at the busy colleagues around them.

Some people passing by stared at the laid-back guy with resentful eyes, and roared: "Bastard, we two should change jobs! Why am I so busy and you are so laid-back!"

"Don't say that, old chap, I'm you, you're me, we're all who we are, and what I enjoy is what you enjoy—oh, don't worry, I'll take your share too, as a treat to you compensation."

"You bastard! No. 7739, you really deserve to die!"

The man was cursing, holding a lot of documents in his hands, and walked away with a displeased face.

"I protest! No. 7739, you and I change, I am in charge of the wall of origin, how about you in charge of the wall of speed force?"

"Oh, how can this work? The Wall of Origin has too much to do with it, and there are so many secrets. It's all a mystery. Only by being dedicated to my duties can I do this job well~ I stare at the Wall of Origin every day. , overdraft every day, just for the safety of our editorial department~~~"

The person who asked the question was trembling, and cursed: "Who doesn't know that the wall of origin is the least problematic place? Countless gods are stuck by the wall of origin, and they can't break free so far. Even they haven't figured out the wall of origin. My secret, let alone you?"

Similar quarrels are too common in this huge conference room, but there are many people arguing, and there are actually more people who are busy. Some of them are holding down the paper to write and draw, some are typing in front of the computer, some He scratched his hair in pain, thinking about some difficult problem.

These people are the authors and editors of the editorial department. They live here and are responsible for their own tasks.

Some are tall, some are short, some are fat, some are thin, but it is enough to note that they are essentially one person.

Same face, same genes, same soul, and same normal human essence, without any supernatural power.

Across the fourth wall, outside the wall, a black light concealed everything.

Downey stood in the black light group invisible to the naked eye, and watched the people in the editorial department thoughtfully through the transparent wall.

The plot gem was held by Downey,

Exercising the ability to jump dimensions.

Deadpool relies on this to get in and out of the editorial department at will.

However, this gem was taken away by No. 1, and now it has fallen into Downey's hands.

"The editorial department...is very lively..."

Through the fourth wall, Downey looked at all kinds of people in the editorial department with some amusement. He hadn't seen some guys fighting and wrestling together.

As long as he wanted, he could rush in at any time and kill all these ordinary people.

But still that sentence doesn't make much sense.

So what? In case these guys have any backhands, they can't trick Downey, but they can definitely trick Wanda and others. They just need to guide some dangerous guys to the main universe.

Moreover, from the perspective of Downey's only life, this editorial department is, to put it bluntly, a strange dimensional space.

Troubles from the fifth dimension can distort the rules of the entire multiverse at will, such as 1+1=a fish, which is a nonsense math, can become a real reality.

The troublemaker is just an ordinary resident of the fifth dimension.

And the existence of these so-called authors and editors may be more novel than the way of life in the fifth dimension, but as long as they can be seen through, that’s all.

Similar to high-dimensional life, three-dimensional life can arrange the plots of two-dimensional characters in comic books at will, and can make those two-dimensional characters not find abnormalities.

To put it bluntly, the editorial department plays this role.

Downey originally held a trace of hostility towards the editorial department, but seeing this messy scene now, he really found it funny.

"These authors and editors are all doppelgängers... They are basically the same person who has been copied countless times."

Donnie stroked his chin and smiled.

In fact, the term "double body" does not mean that there is a "body", because every double body is exactly the same as other double bodies, every double body is a body, and every body is a double body body.

It's like when the thin man just jumped into the aging universe, a dozen of him suddenly appeared. The No. 1 who won in the end firmly believed that he killed his replica. But for the other dozen or so No. 1s, they all feel that they are the original one, and the others are despicable copies.

So this is totally incomprehensible. The ability to replicate in the multiverse is to perfectly replicate everything, and every individual is real. It is incomprehensible at all.

This is why polymorphs generally hate seeing a bunch of selves saying "I'm who I am".

Donnie shook his head slightly, didn't care, turned and left. The whole process was done silently. In any case, he already knew the truth about the editorial department, so there was no need to be that early bird.

"Find a place to recuperate for a while. Going back in this state will only harm Wanda and the others."

Donnie shook his head helplessly as he looked at his body frantically dispersing and gathering information. He is very tired now and urgently needs to recuperate, and then he will gradually gather up the amount of information that has spread.

The moment Downey really left, a new conversation was taking place in the editorial department.

"Number 99, are you still looking for Number 1?"

"Yeah, I don't know where that guy went, so I added some inexplicable plots, and then he disappeared."

No. 99 was very distressed, scratching his hair, and squeezed his fat body into the chair.

"What did that guy ask you to add?"

"Oh, it's to rewrite the fate of a person, a passerby who should have died when Hulk was fighting the abomination." No. 99 replied, "Although I don't know why, but I can make decisions about such small things, so I helped He gave it a shot, but..."

No. 99 said distressedly: "Now I can't find No. 1, and I can't even find the passerby character whose fate I rewrote..."

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