Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

"In the right hands, there's a symbiotic relationship between the man and the suit."

"The suit has energy, and the person harnesses this energy."

Dr. Pym and Hope stood at one end of the corridor, while Scott was at the other end.

"You have to be skillful, agile and most importantly, fast."

Scott stretched his body, shook his arms, and did a full set of stretches.

"Shrinking and growing is instantaneous, so you can adjust the size and adapt to the situation."

Dr. Pym rubbed his hands together and closed the wooden door in front of him.

The handle of the wooden door is made of beautiful glass, and below the handle is a small keyhole.

Dr. Pym pulled Hope back a few steps and said loudly, "Try to go through the keyhole again, Scott. Pay attention to the key points of the movement."

Several people who were sitting at a table not far away and eating breakfast heard the sound and leaned towards Dr. Pym.

"Run at normal size, shrink to pass through, and then grow larger once you get out."

"Grandpa Pim, you've said it so many times, Paimon can recite it! Come and eat, the eggs are getting cold! Sister Hope~"

Dr. Pym and Hope smiled and waved to Paimon to indicate that they were coming.

"Scott, start, run!"

Following Dr. Pym's order, the sound of Scott's running feet "dong dong dong" came from the other side of the wooden door.

One second later.

boom----! !

"Ow!"

Scott's wails came as expected.

Dr. Pym turned his head, and Hope supported him, and the two walked towards the dining table without looking back.

"What new and strange food did Sora make this morning?"

"It's vegetable boxes, fried dough sticks and boiled eggs!"

"Not bad, not bad. We are in for a treat again."

"Sister Hope, Grandpa Pim, please come quickly. If you are any later, all the breakfast will be eaten up by Yidou."

Paimon asked the two to sit down, and happily received their praise: "Paimon is really sensible."

"Hey! You obviously ate all the flying dwarf melons, how come Mr. Cost ate them all? Don't talk nonsense!"

Hearing the noisy sounds outside, Scott limped open the door and ran out of the corridor: "Wait, brothers, save some for me!"

This same scene happened almost every day during this week.

Training room.

"When you get smaller, the energy is compressed, so the force of your 90-kilogram person is concentrated in a fist that's one-hundredth of an inch in size."

Hope explained: "For example, at that time, you were a bullet."

Scott raised his eyebrows to show that he understood.

Hope then continued: "If you punch too hard, you'll kill someone. If you punch too lightly, it's like a loving tiger touch."

"In other words, you have to know how to punch."

Scott didn't care. He pointed at Hope, who had a serious face, and Lin Ze Paimong, who was listening, and curled his lips at the same time: "Guys, I've been in prison for three years. Of course I know how to punch."

Hope rolled her eyes and held up her hands: "Show me?"

Lin Ze poked Yidou, who was squatting on the ground and playing with ants out of boredom, and motioned for him to turn around and watch the show.

"Be careful, a punch as big as a sandbag will hurt a lot, ouch!"

The fist Scott swung at Hope was easily dodged, and the next second he was punched hard in the face.

Hope's punch made him see stars and his little bird chirp.

"Pfft hahaha!!"

Yidou covered his stomach and laughed out loud in a very humiliating manner.

"Brother Scott, are you okay?"

Scott shook his head and rubbed the corners of his sore mouth: “Don’t laugh at me, Yidou, if you stand here, you will be beaten too!”

"Hope studied martial arts in Chinatown for a while. It would be bad luck if you underestimate her, Scott!"

Lin Ze came over and patted Scott on the shoulder, signaling him not to be discouraged.

Scott covered his mouth and gave Lin Ze a pitiful look that said 'thank you for comforting me', then stood up helplessly.

"Brother, you must reward me well at noon. Look at how much I sacrifice and how I get beaten every day."

"Yeah, that makes sense. No problem, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

Lin Ze behaved very generously.

As soon as Scott raised the corner of his mouth, he cried out in pain. Hiss... He took a breath, looked at Lin Ze's eyes, and began to make bold demands.

Scott: "I want the sweet flower stuffed chicken."

Lin Ze: “ok~”

[Restore health points, heal wounds normally, satisfy him! ]

Scott: "I want fried carrot balls!"

Lin Ze: “Hmm~”

[Improve the attack power. There is indeed a demand for it. Satisfy him! ]

Scott: "I want fisherman's toast!"

Lin Ze: “Okay.”

[Increase defense, this is uh... very reasonable, satisfy him! ]

Scott: "Another Teyvat Omelette!"

[Alright, satisfy him! Ahem, wait wait, this can’t satisfy you! ]

Lin Ze covered Scott's mouth as he read out the names of the dishes: "That's not necessary... We haven't reached that stage yet..."

"what?"

in the afternoon

Dr. Pym's knowledge classroom.

"Be careful not to touch the regulator. If the regulator breaks, you will enter a subatomic state."

Pym pointed to the little red button on Scott's shirt.

Scott's eyes revealed a stupid glimmer of wisdom: "What do you mean?"

Pym: "It means you'll enter the quantum realm."

Scott swallowed the saliva in his mouth: "What do you mean?"

Pym took a deep breath. "It means that you will enter a reality where the concepts of time and space are meaningless."

"Because you are shrinking, and everything you know and everything you love is gone forever."

Scott looked up at Dr. Pym with his mouth wide open: "Ah..."

Pym: "..."

He let out a long sigh, raised his head with a doting and loving smile, and looked up at the roof:

"Good boy, come down, don't hide, Grandpa Pim can see your little feet."

"Hehehe, sorry Grandpa Pym, the Traveler and Senor are busy playing cards, Sister Yanfei is out meeting a client, and Sister Hope is also at work. Paimon is really bored, so he wanted to come and see Scott's class. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Ok?"

Pym watched as little Paimon slowly flew down with a chicken drumstick in each hand and a greasy mouth.

So Pym smiled and pulled a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his expensive suit.

He waved his hand and wiped the little guy's mouth carefully.

"Okay, grandpa doesn't mean to blame you, go ahead, sit on the sofa and eat the chicken leg."

"Uh-huh."

Little Paimon replied happily.

She flew forward, then flew back immediately as if she had thought of something.

"Grandpa Pym, this chicken leg is for you. Paimon has never eaten this. Scott was so greedy just now, but Paimon didn't give him any. Paimon is giving it to Grandpa."

"Oh, oh! Haha, okay, okay."

Pim took the greasy chicken leg with surprise, and the wrinkles on his face almost disappeared with smile.

"Mmm, it smells really good."

An old man and a child were happily gnawing on chicken legs, creating a heart-warming scene.

Scott, whose stomach was growling and drooling, said:

"..."