Chapter 244: Low-Probability Events with High Probability "Wait first!" Katum suddenly interrupted Bruce, "I have a question that I am very concerned about and I must ask it first." Anything that an owl cares about is definitely not a trivial matter. Bruce didn't mind letting Katum ask one more question. Katum raised his head and looked at Srubb. His expression was extremely serious, and even Bruce began to wonder what he wanted to ask. "Little zombie, you have to answer me honestly." Katum's eyes were stern, "Did you take Bruce's legacy in this world?" "What do you say?" The smile on Slub's face deepened. He and the zombie owl became one and could easily understand Katoom's language. When questioned, he did not hide the fact that he had taken it.
Otherwise, how could he implement so many of his plans? Seeing this expression, Katum was so angry that he almost swelled into a ball. "That's all my money! My money!" The owl gritted its teeth, pulled out Poseidon's trident from its feathers, and poked Bruce hard on the shoulder. "You deserve to die for committing such a heinous crime!" He made this conclusion, and the battle was inevitable and was about to break out. Bruce gripped Thor's hammer tightly. In fact, there are still many things he hasn't figured out, but now that the world is in a state of freeze, this is obviously a higher priority. Let's restore the world to its original state first. Bruce's eyes darkened, the hammer in his hand humming, eager to fight. "broken." Bruce said softly. In an instant, the war hammer suddenly disintegrated, and countless fragments flew towards the little zombie Srubb like a rain of pear blossoms. The fragments deformed during the flight, turning into knives and swords, with overwhelming power, strangling them. However, faced with this situation, Srub's expression did not change at all. "It's time for you to try some new moves." He put his hands behind his back and sauntered towards Bruce. Thousands of swords and knives stabbed at him, but they often just brushed past him and landed at his feet. It was as if Srub had waded through a mountain of swords and forest of knives without suffering the slightest harm. "here we go again."
Bruce whispered to Katum, "Every time I fight a new opponent, he always shows some abilities that I can't understand." “I just can’t understand it for now.” Katum didn't care. "Once you get a little frustrated, the other party will start to explain his ability himself." "I hate this process," Bruce said. "I dont like it either." Katum shrugged. He had no one to blame but Bruce himself. After all, it was Srubb who came to him this time, so it could be considered a battle of encounter. Bruce was never used to dealing with this kind of situation. At this time, the rain of swords had stopped, and Slub walked through it without being touched by a single leaf. "Surprised, right?" he said to Bruce with a smile. "I'm not that surprised..." Bruce was about to say this when Katoom nudged his head with his wing. "Indeed, I'm surprised." Bruce immediately changed his words, "I've never seen such a scene before." "This is why I appear before you." Srub said with satisfaction, "In my case, low-probability events will have a high probability of occurring." For example, all the flying swords and knives missed the target and just passed by Srubb. Another example-- On the extremely tense battlefield, Bruce suddenly began to be distracted. The little zombie took a sudden step forward, and Bruce only felt a flash before his eyes, and Srubb appeared beside him, brushing past him. Bruce's eyes suddenly widened. In such a serious battle, he was actually distracted for a moment? This is a fatal mistake! If Srub really wanted to do it, he would have been dead just now! He immediately swung the hammer handle with his backhand, and the lightning turned into chains, pulling the fragments and striking towards Srub. Just then, something unexpected happened again. Maybe Bruce's movements were too big, or maybe the handle of the hammer was too slippery. While he was swinging it, his hand loosened and Thor's hammer was thrown out and fell to the ground with a clang. Katum was simply stunned. "Are you kidding me?" said the owl in disbelief. "You threw the hammer away? Don't tell me it's because your hands are too sweaty!" "I--" Bruce was also stunned by his own performance, this was impossible! No matter what the situation is, I can't be so lame! "Don't be so surprised." Slub shook his head and said, "I've already told you that for me, low-probability events have a high probability of happening."
This ability can be summed up in one word: Lucky. If what Srubb said was true, his ability had made him the luckiest man in the world. Even Bruce, who is lucky enough, would make countless stupid mistakes in battle. But where does this ability come from? At this moment, Bruce finally noticed something strange about the zombie Srubb. It's strange, the abnormality was so obvious, but he didn't notice it at all. There was always a faint crimson light emanating from Slub's pupils. This color was familiar to Bruce, exactly the same as Wanda's. "Crimson magic..." Bruce said the word slowly. "It's chaos magic," Slub corrected, "Of course, my abilities are nowhere near as strong as Wanda's, strong enough to modify reality." Chaos Magic - the ancestor of all Marvel magic. It is one of the most ancient forms of magic and represents the possibilities of the universe. This ability is like God rolling the dice. No matter what the result is, chaos magic can modify the points. For Srube, it was absolute luck. "How did you acquire Chaos Magic?" Bruce said with a frown. Even the Owl Totem, which possesses the power of countless demons, cannot have the ability to modify reality. A little zombie, where did you get it from? "Bruce, think more." Srub nodded his head and said, "Throw away all your logic and think of the most absurd possibility. Maybe that is the truth." These words are very pertinent. With the existence of chaos magic, nothing can be thought of using common sense. But in this situation, how could Bruce possibly want to know the truth? His reliance on strict logic is innate. Bruce couldn't abandon logic, so he had to ask others to do it. He shifted his gaze to Katoom over his shoulder. Katum understood instantly that it was a familiar scene again. “I hate moments like this.” He took out the Crown of Thorns from the feathers, which was transformed from Ravenclaw's crown and could enhance wisdom.
"Thinking in the most ridiculous way, right?" Katoom muttered as he placed the crown of thorns on his head. Fragments of the past emerged before him, and the originally inadvertent details became key clues. Katum carefully thought about the key words that Slub had revealed in his words since he appeared. "You can become one with Katum, why can't I..." "You should try some new moves..." "My ability is not as strong as Wanda's..." Finally, an idea that could truly be called absurd took shape in Katum's mind. "No way..." Owl sighed, "We have to deal with such a disgusting thing?" "What's gross?" Bruce asked. "What should I say?" Katum thought for a moment and said, "Bruce, do you think there is a possibility that the reality we are in now has been modified?" Modifying reality... Bruce really wanted to remind Katum that Srub had just said that he couldn't change reality. But soon, he realized the key and froze in place. Yes, Katum didn’t say that the reality was modified by Srub. Bruce's pupils trembled and he looked in another direction. There, a little red-haired girl was standing still, still looking at the sky. "Wanda modified reality?" Bruce muttered, "How is this possible..." "It can be done." Katoom sighed, "She just has that ability." Wanda is a famous time bomb in the Marvel world. As long as she is mentally unstable, she will become the most terrifying demon. Create an imaginary town? Invade Kamar-Taj? Destroy the Illuminati? These are just basic operations. In the comic event "M Royal Family", with just one sentence - "No more mutants", she directly caused the mutant population to drop from one million to 182! "What did Wanda do?" Bruce finally accepted this reality, turned to look at Srubb, and asked coldly. Although I don't know why, this guy does retain real memories. "Well, I don't mind telling you a story, but whether you believe it or not is up to you." "Just you say it." Bruce said lightly.
"That's fine." Then, Srub found a place and sat down casually. He looked very relaxed, as if he had really come here just to tell Bruce a story. This story is about a battle that devastated the world. "You and I were already at the point of a life-and-death struggle." Slub said slowly, "We used all the power we could to destroy the other side." According to the little zombie's description, Bruce saw the real doomsday scene. The once prosperous city has now become a ruin, with garbage and debris scattered everywhere, blown by the wind and making rustling sounds, like the groaning of death. The thick clouds in the sky were like a huge lead plate, pressing heavily on the earth. The air was filled with a pungent stench, the breath of death and despair. The survivors were struggling to survive in the ruins. They were dressed in rags, and their eyes were filled with fear, exhaustion and numbness. A huge, rotten ghost ship, emitting billowing smoke, fell from the sky, crashed into the ground, and caused a violent explosion. Bruce and Srubb had fought to the point of exhaustion and fell into the ruins, unable to stand up again. "I have stabbed you in the chest with the sword of Damocles. You are doomed." "Of course, I'm not much better off. I can only wait to die," said Srubb. "What happened next?" Katum asked curiously, holding an opened bag of potato chips. "Then Wanda came." Slub spread his hands, helpless, "She cried and hugged Bruce, asking him not to die." "Why did Wanda hug me?" Bruce asked. "Don't act serious in front of me." Slub sneered and said, "Anyway, you were lying in Wanda's arms, breathing out but not in. At that moment, Wanda's emotions collapsed." For the first time, a helpless expression appeared on the little zombie's face. He was indeed an eyewitness and heard Wanda's words with his own ears - "Let's start all over again." Hearing this, Bruce understood. What Wanda meant by everything starting over again was returning to the day when she and Bruce met. If you think about it carefully, it is true. In Bruce's memory, he met Wanda on the first day he arrived in the Marvel world. "Ugh."
Katum sighed, the potato chips in his mouth crunching, "It really is true that life could only be as it was when we first met." Bruce also understood why Srubb didn't fight with him immediately. Because it makes no sense. No matter how hard the two of them fought, as long as Wanda was there, the results would be meaningless. If we really want to determine the winner, we must first minimize Wanda's influence. "When reality was modified, my memory went back to when I first came to Marvel." Slub stood up, “But I was smart and managed to leave myself some clues to instruct myself to obtain chaos magic. “I did it, and the moment I got the magic, I regained all my memories. "Bruce, don't you feel sorry for us? We are all in the same boat, prisoners of reality." As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson light on Slub's body suddenly increased. He stretched out his hand and crimson magic power burst out. But the target of this magic was not Bruce. But Wanda! In this situation, Bruce should have reacted immediately, but the same problem occurred. He was affected by Srubb's luck and made another low-level mistake. When Bruce turned around to block the magic, he used too much force and sprained his waist. A sharp pain came from his waist, affecting Bruce's speed. The scarlet magic has reached Wanda. At this moment, even if Bruce wants to do something, it is too late. However, at this moment—— Two sharp howls were heard, and the two white shadows that had been wandering in Bruce's eyes and following Wanda pounced in front of Wanda. They were like a wall, blocking the magic for Wanda. Not only that, Bruce suddenly lost his balance and fell forward. He quickly adjusted his movements and did not fall, but Katum on his shoulder was thrown away. It was right in front of Wanda. Katum had no idea what was going on at this moment, and he was still holding the opened bag of potato chips in his arms. The crimson light gradually dissipated, and the two white illusory figures also began to dim. Katum's hair stood on end, and the potato chips in his hand were gone. But Wanda was safe. "Tsk——" Srub was extremely dissatisfied with this, "It turns out that a low-probability event has a high probability of occurring."
Not only does he know chaos magic, Wanda also knows it. Not only he has great luck, but Wanda also has it. It's just a pity for Bruce and Katum, they are the most unlucky ones. (End of this chapter)