Brooklyn, New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents Training Base, 1:00p.
At the front of the empty lecture theater, a man wearing glasses put down his coffee cup, stretched out his hand and made a gesture, and the classroom became quiet.
"Okay, after these few lessons, you should understand that these slimy little guys are not actually the disgusting mucus you imagined. They are mainly composed of symbiont factors."
"You can think of them as a kind of dough, okay, I admit it still sounds a bit disgusting, like a ball of mud."
"You are the scum! Apologize now!!!"
Seeing their teacher's stunned look, the students began to snicker again, because they knew that the ball of mud belonging to their teacher must be complaining in their hearts again.
How should they evaluate the last time they met him? Even the most gossipy students can't find a good adjective to describe the relationship between the two of them. If they had to say it, it would probably be "hatred".
Eddie cleared his throat, ignored Venom's roar in his heart, and began to clear away the books on the table. But what he didn't expect was that the teacher for the next class came early. Eddie turned around and looked at the book in his hand.
Schiller from the textbook "Interstellar Sociology" walked into the classroom.
There was a burst of cheers from the students. It was obvious that Schiller was very popular. What made them feel even more secure was that Dr. Schiller was also a partner of the symbiote. This made them optimistic about their future with this group of slimy aliens.
The symbiosis of interstellar creatures is less objectionable.
Although none of the students have seen Schiller's symbiote, nor have they seen Schiller and his symbiote arguing endlessly every day like Eddie and Venom, they believe that the doctor must have had a relationship with his symbiote.
A thrilling story, just like the story Eddie told many times in class but could never finish, the story between him and Venom.
"Good afternoon, Eddie, how was your lunch break?"
"Not bad, what about you, doctor?"
"I'm fine too. Do you have class this afternoon?"
"There is another class in the next class, what's wrong?"
"Want to go talk to the nursing home tonight? I'm glad Venom and you have reconciled, and if you don't mind, I'd like to update you two on the status of your relationship."
Eddie smiled and asked: "A hapless guy and his mud, what's there to update?"
"I think your current situation is more like 'a break is better than a wedding.'" Schiller crossed his arms and looked at Eddie and said, "I think so seriously, especially when I heard the cleaner complaining outside the door just now.
Whoever finished seven buckets of chocolate balls at lunchtime...that's settled."
Eddie ran away.
But in the evening, he still came to Arkham Nursing Home and sat down again in the high-ceiling reception area on the second floor, which was the same position where he received psychological counseling last time.
Schiller was putting a medical record on his lap and writing, without raising his head, he said: "I see that you like my words during the day, but I can't be so straightforward in the report to Nick.
."
"Oh, of course, don't write that!" Eddie covered his forehead and complained: "He has been excited all afternoon. Please, doctor, I have to go back to feed the dog today. I can't let him eat me.
dog!"
"Do you have a dog?" Schiller raised his eyes and asked.
"Is this important?" Eddie replied in a daze, obviously the venom must be yelling in his head again.
"Keeping a pet helps stabilize your mind. Considering that you carry a pet with you...Okay, okay, Venom, I didn't say you were a pet, so don't torment him."
Schiller calmed down Venom who was controlling Eddie and said: "Considering that you carry an intelligent life with you, I think this is a huge concession for him. After all, you can't expect an alien newborn to understand.
Why do humans need the company of another sharp-toothed animal?"
Venom suddenly became quiet, and Eddie murmured to himself: "Okay, I know how tolerant you are, but that's not my dog, and I didn't pick up that girl. We are neighbors, and I didn't want to have sex with her."
Go to bed..."
When Eddie regained consciousness, Schiller handed him the report in his hand and said, "You can see if there is anything wrong with writing it this way."
"No, doesn't it mean that patients can't read their own mental evaluation reports?"
"You are not a patient. Rather than letting you stay in a mental hospital, Nick would definitely prefer you to go to work immediately. You understand him."
Eddie laughed deeply and nodded and said: "Okay, doctor, I believe you, just write it like this, as long as you don't use those words 'a little separation is better than a new marriage', don't let him be proud again."
Already."
"Well, the business is done." Schiller put the report aside and said, "I asked you to come here mainly to update your mental status evaluation report so that you can submit it to Nick, but I also have some personal matters."
Schiller poured Eddie a glass of sparkling water. In fact, Venom likes to drink sparkling water, and Eddie is as addicted to Americano as any American reporter. Schiller only felt that Venom was more tasteful in this aspect.
Eddie picked up the cup, looked at Schiller and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Mainly Venom, do you remember that he has a big dream?"
"What?"
"Eat his Creator."
Eddie's eyes widened. He looked at Schiller and said, "You don't mean that, do you?"
"I'm sorry, I am."
Schiller's tone became slightly colder, which made Eddie shudder. He cautiously asked, "Did something happen to Gray Fog?"
Schiller sighed and said: "Some time ago, a certain aspect of my spirit was sublimated, and the aftermath of the sublimation made the gray mist enter a new state of life."
Schiller was referring to the fact that Iron Man and Batman gave him bricks for the tower. At that time, Gray Fog also benefited. In the days that followed, Schiller discovered some changes in Gray Fog.
"To put it simply, the symbiote Gray Mist that existed in my body before was still in the growth stage, but now he has ended his development period and turned into a mature body..." Schiller explained to Eddie in the simplest language
For a moment.
Eddie opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "It was still the growth stage before?! God, isn't he strong enough? There's nothing in this world that can hurt you anymore, how much stronger does he have to be?"
"Yes, as you said, Gray Mist has almost the perfect defense in this world, but don't you think this comes from his own characteristics, not his power?"
Eddie frowned, thought for a moment, nodded and judged objectively: "Yes, he makes you almost immune to injury because he is a mist-like existence. Who can hurt a mist?
"
"But I really didn't see him use any attack methods. You know, Venom absorbed a wave of energy before. I don't know if that was a sign of his maturity, but since then he has gained a lot more attack methods.
, not just biting with claws and fangs.”
"He has many tentacles that can be extended almost infinitely, and they are very powerful. The tentacles can be turned into wings, giving us the ability to fly. We no longer have to jump around on the ground. He can also make some of the symbiote factors grow for a short time.
Leaving us to control other people gave me a doppelganger."
"The most obvious thing is that because he evolved by swallowing the power of faith, he can use some spells that I don't know how to describe. In fact, Blue Spirit can also do it, but the venom energy is more abundant, and the spells are more powerful."
As Eddie said, he stretched out his hand, and the black mucus spread from his upper arm to his forearm, and then danced on his fingertips. During the radiant jump of energy, a ball of light soon condensed and formed. Eddie smiled again and joked.
: "When I walk at night, I always point at it."
Then, he looked at Schiller with a little curiosity and said: "The gray mist should have swallowed up a lot of energy, but I have never seen you use large-scale magic. Is it because the gray mist is not yet an adult?"
"Actually, I'm not willing to call this process growth, more like 'awakening'." Schiller frowned and said, "External forces improved Gray Fog's wisdom, allowing him to see through his own nature and remember some things.
Something about one’s own origins.”
Eddie's face became serious. He looked at Schiller and said, "Origin? Don't all symbionts have the same origin?"
"Are you referring to the god of symbionts, Nar?" Schiller raised his eyebrows indifferently, nodded, then shook his head and said: "For a long time before, Gray Fog and I thought he was
It is also a creation of Gnar, the god of symbiotes, but don’t you think there are a lot of doubts in it?”
"Gnar has created so many symbiotes, and they all look the same, including Venom. Do you think this ancient and chaotic creature will suddenly change to another aesthetic?"
"To be honest, I have wanted to say it for a long time." Eddie took a sip of water and swallowed the spicy drink with some difficulty, and said: "Gray Mist and all symbionts are not the same style. Cosmic Agent and I
We all think that if you hadn’t insisted that he was created by Null, we would have thought that Null had stolen it from somewhere.”
"You also know that the cosmic agents are very old. Blue Spirit is even the earliest generations of symbiotes. He knows Gnar better than any of us. They all think that he will not do this and will not suddenly place his hope on a special symbiote.
His physical abilities allowed him to escape, and to put it bluntly, he hated every god Tal because they were the ones responsible for his imprisonment."
Schiller sighed softly and told the whole story: "Just after Gray Fog awakened due to his enhanced wisdom, he told me that in the only very vague memory of his origin, Narr did not create him, but '
It united him."
As a reporter, Eddie carefully read the difference between the two words and tried to analyze: "You mean, the gray fog already existed, and Gnar used his own power to bring him together and become
A creature that looks like a symbiote but isn’t?”
"Gray Mist is a symbiote." Schiller's firm tone made Eddie a little confused again, and Schiller quickly explained: "In other words, it was Gnar who reshaped Gray Mist and used his method of creating symbionts.
He doesn't know any other way, so Gray Mist shows that it must have a host."
"You mean he doesn't need it?"
Schiller nodded and said: "Grey Mist had a predecessor, which was scattered for some reason. Gnar used his own power to condense and reshape him, making him think that he was a symbiote, at least in his early childhood.
of."
"Now that he has awakened and gained a glimpse of the truth from his own memory, we are still not sure where he came from, so I plan to go to Nar and ask first."
"The word 'ask' shouldn't be very accurate, right?" Eddie narrowed his eyes, feeling the intense hunger coming from the venom in his body.
"Yes, just ask. Eat first and then ask."
Not long after, two figures, one black and one gray, appeared in the empty and dark space of the universe. The black monster floated in the universe, as if it had disappeared into the boundless darkness, and the gray mist was particularly conspicuous.
Schiller didn't say anything at all. Venom couldn't wait and pounced directly on the only star in the dark space. The endless violent factors in his body and the instinct from devouring made him eager to kill his creator.
and become completely integrated with him.
Gnar was already very weak. Schiller was sure that Stark and Batman couldn't just leave him here without doing anything. What would happen if he fell into the hands of two genius Frankensteins?
mentioned.
Gnar's scream only lasted for a short moment, and Schiller didn't need his power. The venom ate the part he could eat, but more than half was left. When the gray mist drifted over,
Schiller asked him: "Would you feel sad if you ate your own creator?"
"He is not my creator, you are."
Soon, gray fog covered the planet. Schiller didn't know what Stark and Batman had done to Gnar, but he was completely unable to resist. After the last trace of strength and memory were swallowed up, he returned completely.
The rules of cosmic chaos.
Gnar is not dead. This kind of existence that represents part of the rules will not die completely. There is no place for him to stay in the kingdom of death. He will only sleep. Maybe when the universe is destroyed and reborn, he will still be the oldest one.
The identity of the creature exists.
When the gray mist swallowed up the last bit of memory fragments, he stood with Schiller at the top of the tower, staring at Nar's memory projected above his head.
They saw the black figure imprisoned in the Klinta Star, looking at the starry sky in endless loneliness and deathly silence, and heard the call of the stars.
He instinctively sensed the secrets deep in the stars, so he responded to the call of the stars, stretched out his arms to them, and embraced the endless starry sky.
But the old days did not come to him. He only felt a wisp of ethereal mist floating at his fingertips. He caught this wisp of mist and condensed more mist.
At the same time, in the real world, endless gray mist surged from Schiller's body, and Venom had to retreat because he could feel that some kind of terrifying and magnificent magnificence was coming.
The fog coming out of Schiller's body was much more abundant and dense than before, forming an endless gray mist.
When the fog gradually dispersed, a bright starry sky appeared in front of Schiller's eyes - he heard the call of the stars.
It sounded like a baby's cry, loud and full of vitality, as if he was feeling novel and happy about the world he could clearly understand after stepping out of the cradle.
Schiller stared at the starry sky with concentration and fascination, staring at a part of the stars, the most magnificent and mysterious part among them. He did not fall into darkness or go crazy, and those terrible ravings did not shake him in the slightest.
Schiller slowly stretched out his hand. He responded to the call of the stars and even wanted to touch them, but the stars did not respond.
Only a tentacle of the thick gray mist reached out and touched the gray ring on Schiller's finger.
In the contract signed by Schiller and Gray Fog, he and they faced the truth of all this together, staring at the endless starry sky, Schiller called out his true name——