#683 - After the wonderful journey, Mark became a punching bag again

The boy on the ground cried out as Debbie was thrown heavily onto the table.

"Oliver!"

Watching the child of Omni-Man, whom she had named Oliver, Debbie endured the pain and called out to him worriedly.

Gritting her teeth, she raised the table lamp at hand, ready to smash it at Ghestlang.

Ghestlang grabbed Debbie's wrist and said to her, word by word, "I am not a villain!"

"Crack!"

Ghestlang snapped Debbie's wrist in one go.

Debbie cried out in pain as her wrist was broken.

"I am trying to save this world, and your son is a beast!"

Enduring the excruciating pain from her wrist, Debbie squeezed out beads of sweat on her forehead as she spoke to Oliver with difficulty.

"It's... it's okay, Oliver, it's okay, I... I'm fine..."

Ghestlang followed Debbie's gaze and looked at Oliver on the ground.

He ignored Debbie and walked up to Oliver, grabbing him.

"I will make your son wish he were dead! I will make you wish you had never been born! I might even hurt this child," Ghestlang said viciously to Debbie, holding Oliver upside down by his feet.

At the same time.

Mark had entered the world of the Ring.

Under the campfire at night, the night was low, the campfire flickered in the darkness, reflecting the focused faces of the members of the Fellowship of the Ring.

Mark sat by the fire, his eyes fixed on the dancing flames, as if recalling the distant past.

It was in this dense forest that he met this strange combination of dwarves, elves, and humans.

Seeing the members of the Fellowship of the Ring fighting orcs, Mark stepped in to help them.

Listening to Mark's words, Frodo and Sam exchanged a worried look, deeply aware of the fear of being drawn into a strange world.

"When I woke up, I found myself in a strange forest," Mark's voice carried a trace of confusion, "I don't know where this is, and I don't know how to go back, but I know I have to find a way back, back to my father's side, and besides, Ms. Grayson is also in danger now, I have to save her."

Gandalf stroked his beard, his eyes flashing with wise light: "Fate brought you here, perhaps it has its deep meaning. Are you willing to travel with us until we find the answer?"

Mark raised his head, his eyes firm: "I am willing. Perhaps in this journey, I can find a way home and help you complete your mission."

And so Mark joined the Fellowship of the Ring.

But before reaching the end, Mark was pulled away by the portal again.

This time he found himself in a dark, damp metal corridor.

The surrounding walls were covered with strange mucus, and the air was filled with an unsettling fishy smell.

He heard a slight rustling sound behind him.

He quickly turned around and saw a black shadow quickly crawling across the ceiling, disappearing into the ventilation duct.

Puzzled, Mark pushed open the door and found himself in a spacious control room.

The screens flickered with various data, but all the equipment seemed to have stopped working. Broken instruments and bloodstains were scattered on the ground, indicating that there had been a fierce battle here.

A faint woman's voice came from the communicator: "This is Ripley. If anyone hears this, please respond."

Mark hesitated for a moment, then picked up the communicator: "I am Mark Patrick, son of Peter Patrick. I am trapped here and need help."

Ripley's voice carried a hint of surprise: "Mark Patrick? How did you get here? Anyway, we need to get together as soon as possible. It's not safe here."

Under Ripley's guidance, Mark passed through the complex corridors and finally met her in a safe cabin.

Ripley was a woman with short hair, her eyes revealing a firm light.

"We must leave here," Ripley said briefly, "The aliens are everywhere. They will hunt us."

Mark nodded: "I understand, but I need to find a way back. I was teleported here by someone named Ghestlang Levy."

Ripley frowned: "Ghestlang Levy? Never heard of him. However, if we can find the ship's main computer, maybe we can find some clues."

As soon as she finished speaking, the alarm sounded abruptly, and the screen showed that the aliens were approaching.

Mark said firmly: "I'll hold them off. You go start the device."

Ripley looked at him, a hint of respect flashing in her eyes, "Be careful."

Mark rushed out of the control room and engaged in a fierce battle with the swarming aliens.

The aliens were surprisingly fast, their claws and fangs gleaming coldly in the dim light.

Mark nimbly dodged the attacks and fought against the hordes of aliens.

"Whoosh!"

The space portal teleported Mark to a different world again.

Wolverine, with a cigar in his mouth, and the others from the Mutant Academy—Jean Grey, Cyclops, and the others—stared in astonishment at Mark, who was shirtless.

Wolverine looked at Mark in shock, "Who the hell are you? How did you get into the school?"

"Actually, I'm also very confused. I'm Grand Fenwick-Man, son of Peter, nice to meet you."

Mark went up and wanted to shake hands with Wolverine.

As a result, the next second, Mark was punched in the chin by Wolverine and fell to the ground, spitting out acid.

Spitting out a mouthful of saliva, Wolverine said disdainfully: "Such a weak hero."

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Mark, who was teleported to the desert again, found himself in a post-apocalyptic world.

Howling, face-painted biker gangs quickly surrounded him.

After Mark finished off the biker gangs in the desert wasteland world, he saw the green portal open in front of him.

Then Ghestlang's big head poked out from inside.

Seeing this guy finally appear, Mark almost burst into tears.

You bastard, you finally showed up!

Taking a deep breath, Mark immediately flew over, grabbed the other's head, and rushed out of the portal.

Shirtless and tanned, Mark, who had returned to the room, was shocked to find Debbie lying in a pool of blood.

With eyes wide open, Mark punched Ghestlang.

With a "bang," Ghestlang was smashed into the wall.

Ghestlang, whose physical strength was astonishing, raised his hand and waved, and a dimensional crack suddenly opened in the ceiling of the living room, and countless rubble and furniture debris poured down from the crack.

Mark instantly rushed in front of Debbie and Oliver, using his body to block the falling rubble.

He could feel the impact of each stone hitting his back, but what shocked him even more was the madness flashing in Ghestlang's eyes.

"You will never succeed!"

Mark gritted his teeth and activated his super speed to rush towards the opponent.

Faced with the rushing Mark, Ghestlang snapped his fingers lightly.

The space in front of him suddenly twisted, and Mark felt like he had crashed into a mass of sticky jelly, his movements becoming extremely slow.

"M-Mark, be careful!"

Debbie's weak voice came.

Mark barely turned his head and saw that Ghestlang had opened another dimensional crack on the other side of the living room, and a huge mechanical tentacle was extending from the crack.

Mark gritted his teeth, his whole body tensed.

He felt the dimensional energy's constraints begin to loosen, and then he suddenly broke free and smashed the mechanical tentacle with one punch, but Ghestlang had disappeared into another crack.

"You think you can stop me like this?"

Ghestlang's voice came from all directions, and more than a dozen dimensional cracks appeared on the walls of the living room at the same time, each crack probing different weapons: laser cannons, energy blades, plasma launchers...

"Hoo ah!"

Roaring angrily, Mark ignored the threat of these weapons, burst out with a speed that Ghestlang had not expected, rushed to the opponent, grabbed the other's body and rushed out of the room.

With a "boom," the two broke through the room and flew into the air.

Grabbing Ghestlang's body, Mark slammed him heavily to the ground.

The ground was shattered by the two's impact, and a deafening sound rang out.

Ghestlang was pressed under Mark's body, without any fear, but a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a "boom," he punched Mark away.

Standing up from the ground, Ghestlang said to Mark: "Remember the doctor I told you about? Doctors from different dimensions, they rebuilt my body and improved my body."

Roaring angrily, Ghestlang punched Mark in the cheek with lightning-like speed.

With a "bang," Mark staggered backwards.

At the same time, the green portal opened, Mark fell into the portal, and the two appeared in the sky above a cyberpunk city.

Ghestlang's fist continued to bombard Mark's bare upper body.

"Why do you think I sent you to different universes? Why do you think I made you weaker?"

"Bang!"

Mark smashed onto the city ground, and in the terrified eyes of the citizens, Mark was kicked by Ghestlang again, and entered the portal while being kicked away.

Rolling, Mark entered a desolate wasteland world.

Ghestlang, who followed closely, punched Mark's chin.

"I won't let you die in just any dimension, I will kill you myself!"