"Who are you?"
"I just came to say hello. Don't worry, Karl, we are your friends." The voice sounded very arrogant, but with a sense of confidence: "I'm just sending a courier by the way."
"Remember, Karl, the eyes, badge, and ring, these are our gifts to you."
"Bye, little one."
No matter how Karl shouted, the voice disappeared, and even George, who was a room away, didn't seem to hear his shout.
Karl felt that everything around him became different, and a piece of information flowed into his mind, allowing him to understand the purpose of these three.
He closed his eyes and opened them again. His eyes turned pure white. This pure white was not white in color, but also a manifestation of incomparable vastness.
Karl saw too many things, the boundless knowledge in his eyes rushed into his brain, and the vast power made his eyes more painful.
Carl could only close his eyes and turn his eyes into ordinary black eyes.
He was afraid that if he used that form again, his body would explode.
Observer's Eye: You can control time and space, control molecules, control energy, control the mind, and even turn it into any eye you want.
But only if you can withstand its true power.
Of course, he comes from some idiot who likes to watch things he shouldn't, and their technology is pretty good, so you can learn from it.
Frankly speaking, Carl couldn't believe it at first. Who was the observer? He was one of the top bosses in the Marvel Universe. A certain purple sweet potato who could be shot with a small pistol screamed, if his goddess didn't come to save him. He is the kind of person who will immediately die. How could such a character have his eyes on him?
Karl let out a breath and didn't think about it because the big one was still behind.
The Laughter's Badge: You can use it to travel through the universe, as long as you have enough energy, of course, now he can only send you to one place.
This one is even more heavyweight, and Karl feels hot even holding this thing.
A certain naked man with a large blue eagle might be watching him, so could he not panic?
But Karl didn't panic for too long. After all, as long as he was a waste, no one could take advantage of him, so he looked at the ring on his hand with peace of mind.
Ring of the Transcendent: Worry about insufficient energy or any conspiracy. Don’t be afraid, young man, the Transcendent will always be on your side.
Have you watched too many trashy superhero movies? How could I not be afraid, but the infinite energy was indeed quite refreshing.
Carl grinned and put on the ring, and found a line of small words inside the ring: "Please use with caution according to your physical condition."
Karl was silent for a moment, but still put on the ring.
It feels like you got a mobile phone with wireless power, and you are going to squat on the toilet to use WIFI for a lifetime, but it reminds you that there is only 1% left, and it is best to put the phone in standby mode.
And he guarantees that this phone really has unlimited power. As long as it is kept on standby, it can last a lifetime.
How fucked up is this!
Karl exhaled, feeling that what the big guys here gave was not as effective as what the unknown unlucky guy had given him.
However, Karl felt a little at ease, which was a feeling he had never experienced since time travel.
After all, in dreams, the face always looks like a purple sweet potato or a villain from all walks of life.
Now he felt relieved. It didn't matter whether it was self-aiming or see-through.
Otherwise, he really doesn't have the confidence to survive in this world where there are as many self-scopes as dogs, and flying immortals hang on the walls all over the place.
"Karl?" George's voice came over: "Come out to eat!"
Karl put down his things and looked at his bedroom. It was very small, with a bed and a table and chairs filling the whole room, but it was also very cozy.
"Um, what is this?" Carl looked at an unknown object on the plate and asked, "George, tell me what this is."
George said awkwardly: "Mashed potatoes."
"It turned out to be mashed potatoes. I thought you took out the hospital toilet when you came back and heated up the feces in it."
Karl's disgusting metaphor made George couldn't help but spit it out. Karl sneered: "Is it disgusting? Why didn't you feel disgusted when you brought this plate of Shet to the table?"
"Okay, stop talking, I did my best, okay?"
"I'm curious how you usually solve things." Karl mocked: "It's really not easy for Gwen to survive until now."
George didn't refute, but just sighed: "We usually have lunch boxes, but we seem to have finished them today."
Karl stared at the unknown object in front of him and sighed helplessly: "What else is in the refrigerator?"
"ah?"
"Forget it, I'll go by myself." Karl stood up and walked towards the refrigerator.
George followed curiously: "You can also cook?"
"Not really, but at least it's better than this thing."
"That's great. There are potatoes, tomatoes, eggs, milk, lettuce, and fruit in the refrigerator."
Karl opened the refrigerator, picked through it, and then handed a box to George: "Throw it away, it all stinks."
"Okay." George held the box awkwardly and saw Karl picking out eggs and tomatoes and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Tomato scrambled eggs!" Karl said, "This is the only meal I know how to cook. Do you have rice at home?"
"No." George shook his head and said, "But we have bread."
"bread?"
"Yeah, tomatoes and eggs, they sound perfect for spreading on bread."
"I..." Karl couldn't help but said: "George, I don't think I'm in a hurry to go to school. Before going to school, can you send me to any Chinese restaurant to be an apprentice?"
"Don't worry, Karl, I will be responsible for you." George patted Karl on the shoulder: "Although it is a bit tight, I can afford you."
Karl glanced at George and nodded: "George, you know what? You are a tough guy!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Those men who are not afraid of pain are not necessarily tough guys. A real tough guy must be able to withstand the pressure of life and still be kind. Obviously, George, you are a tough guy, a real man."
George was a little overwhelmed by the praise, and touched his head shyly.
But then Karl complained: "It's just George, now you are just touching your head shyly, but in the future you will touch your wallet shyly. Are you sure you want to send me to school?"
"Sure!" Although George's face didn't look good after hearing this, his eyes were firm: "You must go to school, kid. School can teach you a lot, including becoming a good person."
"A good person?" A clear female voice came from behind the two of them: "Like Peter?"
