Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 4: Strange friendship always comes uninvited and occasionally breaks into the door

Behind the Black Pearl, on the swirling sea, an eerie and ominous ghost ship was sinking into the sea.

Will Turner does not plan to show up in Virginia Harbor. He and his ghost pirates have things to do. It is estimated that they will not appear in the final war until the Cleaners show up.

"What is the effect of the enhancement?"

Mason watched the Dutchman sink to the bottom of the sea and asked Zha Kang, who was yawning beside him.

“Ok, so-so”

Constantine was obviously very satisfied but he had to pretend that it was nothing special. He said stubbornly as usual:

"The improvement in my physical fitness has given me some abdominal muscles, and I can even bend steel pipes with my bare hands. But what makes me even happier is the control of my magic power. Several spells that were a little difficult to use before are now readily available.

Some forbidden techniques that cannot be used can also be arranged. It seems that the Isu people’s heritage does have something.”

"As long as you are satisfied."

Mason curled his lips and said:

"I'm giving you the reward you've always wanted, John. You have to work hard this time. Although it's not as ominous as the last time we were in the Isu world, you can understand without me saying more that the situation we're facing has not improved at all."

"I heard from Barbara that you think killing a god isn't exciting enough, so you plan to make it more difficult for yourself?"

Zha Kang held a cigarette butt in his mouth and puffed out smoke and said:

"You plan to transfer the people here to the safe world? Are you crazy? There are at least one million people here. Even if we open the two world gates in our hands all day long to transfer them, it will not be enough to survive until the end of the world.

I guess Mr. Hunter isn't going to help?

To be honest, if I were a decision maker like him, I wouldn't waste my energy on such a world. It's not worth it, really."

"It has nothing to do with value, John."

Mason snapped his fingers and said:

"We've seen it, and we can't just ignore it."

"Tsk, this is my kindness coming back again."

Zha Kang blew out a strange boat-shaped smoke ring and complained:

"I know you, you're just a lunatic who can't sit still. You helped a group of doomsday survivors find a new home in Peter's world, but you're still unwilling to let go of these poor creatures on the sea. You just can't bear to see others suffer.

You are simply a living Bodhisattva.

If they don't erect a monument for you after this shit is over, your kindness will be wasted."

"Whatever you say."

Mason shrugged his shoulders. He stood on the bow of the ship in the dark night, looking at the gloomy sea in the distance, folded his arms and said:

"We cannot turn a blind eye to these people struggling to survive. Every pair of eyes begging for help that we see on this road should be responded to. Since we have the ability to help, why not accept as many as possible?

Actually, I have a wild idea, John."

He turned around and looked at Zha Kang.

When the latter noticed Mason's expression, he immediately crossed his arms and shouted:

"No! Stop your wild ideas! The last time you said you had an idea, we were forced to fight the Star Society and robbed Wayne Industries' warehouse for millions of vaccines.

I think your idea might be even crazier this time.

Get real, Mason.

The end of the world is nigh, you are not a savior, and you don’t want to be a god, so you can’t save everyone!”

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Mason ignored Zha Kang's shouting and said with a sharp look in his eyes:

“I will find a way to send everyone here to Old Peter’s world! They have enough supplies and living quarters but they are short of people.

The old Green Goblin is confident that he can survive this shock with the help of the Quint Society. He will need these people if he wants to rebuild the world, and this will not do him any harm. "

"Oh my god, you finally said it!"

Constantine covered his face and said in a desperate tone:

"Let's not talk about whether Norman Osborn is willing to accept these 18th century refugees. Let's just talk about the disturbance in space and time that would be caused if two world gates were opened at the same time and kept open for several days!

Don't forget, we have done experiments and found that a base world is needed as a transit point between the two world gates.

It's like turning on a torch in Gotham!

Not to mention a spellcaster of Doctor Fate's level, even an apprentice could feel it clearly.

You are simply digging up our past!

Are you tired of this game of hide-and-seek, so you plan to play openly with those superheroes who have been driven crazy by the disaster?"

"Well, you're right, I overlooked that."

Mason nodded with regret.

Zha Kang's rebuttal hit the nail on the head. If he wanted to continue to maintain the secrecy of Team K, he couldn't do it so high-profile. Now that he had persuaded Mason, Constantine also breathed a sigh of relief.

He really felt that Mason was asking for trouble.

He admitted that the people struggling to survive were pitiful, but what did that have to do with him? Everyone had their own destiny, so what was the point of always expecting others to save them?

It is better to rely on yourself than on others. Don’t forget that you are also a human being.

Mason, who was persuaded by Zha Kang, returned to the modified cabin of the Black Pearl. He built a simple alchemy room here, but from the expression on his face, it was obvious that he had not given up his plan.

However, since Mr. Hunter was unwilling to help and Team K's World Gate could not be used, he had to think of another way.

At this moment when his mind was in a mess, Mason needed to calm himself down, and his way of calming himself down was to go into the alchemy room and complete the making of a potion.

Mason took out the Hufflepuff gold cup with ease, and dropped the ingredients prepared in the bag into it. He heated it over a low fire and separated a wisp of magic fire and placed it on the phoenix egg set up next to it.

He advanced the alchemy with skillful techniques, but he was thinking about another thing in his mind. After exhausting all the possibilities, Mason still couldn't find a usable method, until he caught a glimpse of the Isu fragment of "Cerberus' Reward" placed on the alchemy table, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

Perhaps he could find some clues from the Isu heritage?

Mason picked up the dangerous "biological mutagen" and rubbed it in his hand. They had a very deep understanding of the parallel world and the structure of the universe. Perhaps...

"You look troubled, my brother."

A sudden voice made Mason look back vigilantly, and then he saw a phantom floating behind him.

It was an image of an Isu, wearing a researcher's white armor and a very sacred half-robed robe, just like the attire on the stone sculptures of ancient Greek gods.

Mason blinked and looked around, but the two pirates guarding the door of the alchemy room turned a deaf ear to him.

So he was sure that only he could see this guy.

Is it that the Isu bloodline has gone crazy again and is starting to project images of the past?

His thoughts seemed to be sensed by the Isu illusion, which floated in front of Mason, shook its head and explained:

"No, I am not an illusion from the past, Hephaestus. I am Consus, 'living' on the cloak behind you. It was the biological signal you sent out when you were pondering deep questions that awakened me."

"Oh, Prometheus."

Mason touched the Isu shroud that he was wearing. It did contain a signal of the consciousness of an ancient Isu. He looked at the "ghost" and said:

"I am not the Hephaestus you are familiar with, and this is not your hometown. I am sorry to disturb your sleep, but I am not in the mood to discuss Isu civilization with you now.

As you can see, I’m busy.”

“I saw that you were using pure manual methods to make some high-end-looking drugs, but what you thought in your mind and what you did with your hands were not in sync.

You also hold in your hands a dangerous mutagen created by our sister Juno.

With all due respect, if you slip up, the genetic signal interference produced by this biological mutagen will be enough to turn all the ordinary humans on this ship into monsters that you don’t want to see.”

The Isu Consus slowly reminded:

"According to the Isu biological laboratory regulations, this dangerous test subject should be contained in a Class II time stasis container... My brother, tell me.

Tell me about your troubles. Even if I can't help, I can still be a listener.

The best part is, you don't have to worry about me spreading your worries around, because you see, I'm just a ghost of the past that only you can see."

"Uh, okay."

Mason looked at the overly peaceful Isu ghost in front of him with strange eyes.

He casually put the biological mutagen in his hand into his bag, and while paying attention to his pot of potion, he told him about the trouble he was facing.

After listening to this, Consus thought for a moment, and his illusion peeled off and appeared in another place. He stretched out his hand and wrote some complex Isu characters in the air, then turned back to Mason and said:

"Do you still remember the instrument we designed to explore the parallel world system? If you can make it now, you won't have to rely on the time-space shuttle device provided by the Star Society to lock the phase coordinates of the target world.

Then use your amazing crafting skills to analyze their world gates.

If you can use your supreme wisdom to copy a safe and undisturbed transfer device, the problem that bothers you will be solved. With my understanding of your amazing skills, my brother, these copies will not be difficult for you. "

"That's the problem."

Mason rubbed his forehead and said:

“That complex knowledge has not yet been unlocked in my mind. The inheritance you set up should have added some biological locks to allow it to gradually open up your knowledge and technology to me.

I can learn now, but it’s probably too late.”

"Then we can only use another more risky way."

Consus was silent for a moment, then suggested:

"With the help of the enemy! If those invaders will enter this world in large numbers before the end of the world, as you said, they must have equipment that can transport troops on a large scale.

That could work for you, but it would be very risky.”

"That's one way to do it."

Mason crossed his arms, rubbing his chin and said:

"If you can't find a better idea, then it becomes optional. Do you have any other suggestions?"

"I would advise you to give it up, my brother."

Consus said seriously:

“You are planning something that is not cost-effective and very dangerous. Given your current situation, perhaps you should learn to accept this reality.

You can't save everyone.

That is beyond your ability.”

Mason remained silent. After a few seconds, he shook his head and said:

"It seems that our conversation should end now. Thank you for your help, Consus. I will call you if I have any questions in the future. You are good at the field of biotechnology, right?

Can you help me look at this enhanced formula?

I want to make this enhanced drug, which has the side effect of producing a second personality, safer.”

"why not?"

The illusion of Consus floated next to Mason and whispered:

"I have slept long enough, and I am glad to be of assistance to you in these terrible times, my kind brother.

Well, the design of this formula is really bold. In my opinion, it is not worth it to use such a rough way to stimulate the pituitary gland to secrete more substances that are beneficial to the body's circulation.

You could probably improve on that.

Come, pick up your pen and modify its generating equation according to my instructions. "

At this time, outside the alchemy room.

Mr. Gibbs, the first mate wearing cool sunglasses, was looking at Mason who was talking to himself in the dim area. He was very worried and whispered to Barbara who was secretly called from behind:

"Master Mason seemed to be talking to someone, but there was no one beside him. This scene frightened the gatekeeper, so he reported it to me. Ms. Barbara, do you think Master Mason is under too much pressure, so..."

Mr. Gibbs pointed to his head and made a confused motion.

Batgirl remained silent.

She just bit her lip and looked at Mason with a worried look, who was getting more and more excited while talking to her. As a teammate and nominal sister, Barbara was well aware of the pressure Mason was under during this period.

Especially after he injected himself with a strange drug in order to turn the tide in the assassin world, Mason's behavior patterns became increasingly weird.

"Don't alarm others yet."

Barbara gave an order to First Mate Gibbs, who had a frightened face, and quietly retreated to discuss with Zha Kang and let that unreliable guy check Mason's mental state.

If it doesn't work, Team K will have to give up this mission. Mason's health is much more important than this broken world!

However, just as Batgirl walked out of the cabin to find Zha Kang, her personal communicator suddenly vibrated.

Batgirl took out the communicator given by Judy. She thought that Judy had encountered something interesting in Gotham and shared it with her across the world, but when she picked up the communicator, she found that it was a message from an unfamiliar number.

"I heard you guys ran into a little trouble?"

The message from that number said:

"When the old friends in Team K and the incompetent superiors who are unwilling to take risks can't help, why not try to contact new friends?"

"?"

Barbara clicked on the note of the strange number in surprise.

It was discovered that this was the "secret guest" who I had met once before in the assassin world. She did exchange communication information with Barbara when she left.

Batgirl was happy to see that her friend who had fought alongside her survived, but she was more concerned about the content of the message.

She walked to the edge of the deck, thought for a moment, and dialed the number for the cross-world communication.

A few seconds later, a holographic projection appeared on the communicator, projecting the figure of the yellow-haired girl of the Secret Agent in front of Barbara along with the background of a dim hall carved with demon sculptures.

In the picture, Mysterio is lying comfortably on a throne that looks very evil, holding a bucket of ice cream and eating it with a skull spoon.

"Hey, Barbara, are you guys okay? I heard you guys were in trouble?"

The secret guest waved his hand in a familiar manner and said:

"Do you need help?"

"How did you know we were in trouble?"

Barbara asked back cautiously:

"You're monitoring us?"

"Well……"

Mysterio was speechless by this question. She lowered her head and complained:

"Oh, now the C-level personnel are so smart, it's really hard to do secret surveillance. I'm beginning to miss those idiots I met at the beginning...

A flicker of fire from my finger is enough to scare them into submission."

Then she raised her head again, brushed her long golden hair, scooped a big mouthful of ice cream into her mouth, and said vaguely: