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

"Ah--!" Mark continued to scream as the hippopotamus got closer and closer. Suddenly, the scene in front of his eyes began to flicker, the light flickered, and then changed into another appearance.

"Calm down, Mark? Mark!"

That annoying Dr. Harrow shows up again.

He frowned, looking helpless, and shook the pen in his hand quickly in front of Mark's eyes. His mouth opened and closed, and he said something to Mark eagerly.

"Mark, you are sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious. Imagine that. Your brain is like a pendulum, constantly swinging between the cruel reality and fantasy."

Dr. Harrow leaned forward slightly, his expression serious and his eyes showing worry.

"In reality, you are my patient, and this is Putnam Medical Center in Chicago, Illinois, and in the fantasy you created..." Harrow spread out his hands, on which lay a Kongsu toy glued together.

He sighed softly and shook his head.

"I'm not sure. Maybe you're some kind of superhero, and you're resisting facing your own heart with all your strength."

Mark stopped screaming. He stared at Harrow with his eyes full of suspicion and stubbornness.

"You're not a real doctor." He looked at Harrow and said word by word.

"?"

Haro tilted his head, his face full of confusion.

He opened his mouth slightly, and after sighing, a helpless expression spread across his face: ““That’s why you are in the hospital, you have been fighting the imaginary enemy.”

"No, I mean, you're not a doctor."

Mark's face was full of confidence.

Harrow: ....

There was silence for two seconds, and Harrow's helpless face was full of fatigue.

He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, then slowly opened his eyes, looked at Mark and said, "Listen, I'm sure I'm really a doctor."

"You're not," Mark retorted without hesitation.

"I can show you my diploma," Harrow said eagerly, reaching for the folder on the table.

"False evidence."

The corners of Mark's mouth rose slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Haro raised his voice, a little excited: "How do you explain this hospital? How can I be in the hospital and sit in this seat if I'm not a doctor?"

"all fake."

Mark’s voice was cold, and there was no wavering in his eyes.

The patient's logic was impeccable. After a few arguments, Harlow realized that he had fallen into the trap of self-proof and gave up.

His hands drooped and his shoulders slumped.

"Okay, okay Mark, I'm not a doctor, just pretend I'm not a doctor."

Mark sneered: “You are not.”

".....Okay, I'm not. I mop the toilet, serve food in the cafeteria, and do pedicures at the door. You can treat me as anyone."

Harold compromised. He waved his hand, put down his pen, adjusted his glasses, and tried to take back the initiative of the conversation: "Don't talk about me. Talk about yourself. In your own way, recall your steps."

"Tell me, how did you get here today?"

Mark looked at the other party coldly and didn't fall for it: "Then how did you get here today?"

"...I came here by bus No. 34, just like usual." Haro replied expressionlessly, then lowered his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to dwell on this topic any further.

Mark rolled his eyes at him mercilessly, his eyes full of disdain.

"Are doctors so worthless that they don't even have a car?"

As if he couldn't hear the sarcasm in Mark's words, Haro pursed his lips and didn't respond but continued at his own pace.

His eyes flickered slightly, as if he was thinking about how to guide Mark next.

Haro took a deep breath to keep himself calm, then slowly spoke:

"You want to know what you just told me? You told me you were in an office that looked a lot like this, and you broke down the door, and you met a rhino..."

"hippo."

Mark interrupted Harrow and corrected: "It's a female hippopotamus."

"Yeah, I...you're right, Hippo."

Harrow nodded at the table and added, "And then she could talk."

Harrow tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his head tilted slightly as he tried to comprehend the fantastical scene Mark was describing.

"By the way, you also said that this rag doll can fly and has great strength, and you were slapped by the doll."

As he spoke, Harrow took out a doll.

His movements were somewhat cautious, as if he was worried that the doll would trigger another violent reaction from Mark.

When Mark saw it, he immediately stood up and snatched it. His eyes widened instantly and an anxious expression appeared on his face.

"Let go! Let go of this girl!! Give Paimon back to me!!"

Mark's voice was high-pitched and excited, and he leaned forward slightly, stretching his hands forward, trying to grab the doll.

Mark was so excited that Haro was so nervous that he stepped back with his chair. He almost called for medical help.

"Here you go! Here you go! Mark, don't get excited, I'll give it back to you now, okay!"

Harrow quickly handed the doll to Mark.

Mark snatched the doll back. He gasped and brushed off the non-existent dust on the Paimon doll. He straightened the girl's crooked plastic crown and hugged her tightly in his arms, glaring at the 'bad guy who stole the child'.

The vicious look seemed to have substance, causing a layer of cold sweat to break out on the back of Haro in front of him.

He swallowed, his eyes nervous: "Think back to what you said, Mark, the talking hippo, the flying baby, the heart-diggering jackal, the nervous duck... Do you think these are reasonable?"

“It’s a chicken!”

"No, it's a bird! Kongsu the Moon Goddess is a bird!" Mark stared at the Moon Goddess toy on the table. Maybe because of the fight he had with Harrow just now, the loose glue on the toy's neck fell off, and Kongsu's head disappeared.

After searching around, Mark found the bird's head next to the table leg. He picked it up and tried to put it back, but failed after two attempts.

Harrow watched Mark play with toys silently, with a hint of helplessness and thought in his eyes.

But within five minutes, he decisively grabbed Kong Su's body and head, ending Mark's wasting time here.

"We'll fix him, Mark, now the most important thing is to continue your treatment."

Different from the fight for the Paimon doll, Haro's move to take away the Kongsu toy was unexpectedly smooth. It seemed that Mark didn't care that much about the 'Moon Goddess Kongsu' who never let go of his hand.

Mark was just stunned for a moment, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he looked down at the Paimon doll in his arms.

Putting the toys into the drawer, Harold asked patiently: "Again, do you think all this is reasonable or unreasonable?"

Well, if he hadn’t experienced these things himself, any normal person would think that all of this was a fantasy.

Even Mark couldn't deny it: "It doesn't make sense...but..."

There was a hint of hesitation on his face.

"Let's put the but down first."

Harrow interrupted Mark's speech. He looked at Mark with expectation in his eyes: "Let's not consider special circumstances. Let's just talk about general rationality. You just admitted that it's all irrational, right?"

“…”

Mark nodded.

A smile appeared on Harrow's face. "That's good. You're willing to acknowledge my point of view. I think that's helpful."

Harrow's eyes were full of relief, and he nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with Mark's answer.

As if he was encouraged, his tone softened: "People with mental illness always build some shelters in their brains so that they can hide their multiple personalities in them to escape the most painful memories. This is called the organizing principle. Do you understand?"

"Some people see a castle, some see a maze or a library, and maybe some see..."

"Mental hospital?" Mark's eyes revealed a hint of doubt. He frowned slightly and looked at Harrow.

Harrow stared at Mark and did not refute: "Of course, a mental hospital is not impossible. What I find interesting is this new... new animal character. I find it interesting that this hippo can break the barrier between you and Steven. I finally understand the little boy you told me about before your attack."

"Do you still remember your brother, Mark?" Harrow's eyes were full of expectation. He looked at Mark, waiting for his answer.

Hearing what Harrow said, Mark tightened his grip on the Paimon doll.

His body trembled slightly, as if struck by an invisible force.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, enveloping him tightly.

His eyes became dull, and his empty gaze revealed deep pain.

His face became paler and paler, like a piece of white paper, without a trace of blood, as if he was experiencing some unbearable torture.

However, the wetness in his palm and the touch of a hard object brought Mark back to his senses. He looked down at his palm, which was now stained with water, and frowned.

His expression was full of confusion, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out where this strange feeling came from.

Then, Mark found a half-eaten apricot from behind the head curtain of the Paimon doll he had just held tightly. There were two small front tooth marks on the remaining flesh.

His eyes widened instantly and he looked at the apricot in his hand in surprise.

Mark held on to the doll tightly.

Snap......Snap....

A few drops of water fell from the soles of the Paimon doll's feet onto the tile floor.

Mark glanced down, and the crisp sound of dripping water seemed particularly clear in the silent room.

His eyes were full of confusion and alertness. He suddenly raised his head and looked behind Haro.

Harrow was puzzled. He followed Mark's gaze and saw the half-open window. The rain was still falling outside.

"Oh! Are you cold?"

After saying that, Harold got up from his chair, walked to the window and closed it.

Mark looked at Harro's movements and suddenly asked, his voice a little hoarse: "What kind of tree is that outside the window?"

"Ah? You mean this one?"

Harrow pointed out the window at the swaying branches.

"apricot."

Haro casually answered Mark's question, closed the window, and returned to his seat. He picked up a handkerchief to wipe off the water droplets that accidentally stained his hands: "I planted this apricot tree when I first joined the hospital. Time flies. Look, the apricot tree was just a seedling at the beginning, and now it has grown so big."

With a sigh, Harrow knocked on the table: "Don't go off topic, Mark, we were just talking about your brother."

“Are the apricots from this tree delicious?”

Mark seemed to not understand what Haro said and continued talking to himself.

"Now? They are not tasty. Unless you are starving or extremely greedy, I don't recommend eating apricots from this tree. They are so sour that they make your teeth ache."

Not knowing what was wrong with what he had just said, Harrow was surprised to find that Mark's dejected eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thank you, I mean, they must have paid you a lot of money to keep you here"

Mark stood up slowly, with a complicated expression on his face. As he spoke, he moved towards the door behind him, his steps getting faster and faster.

"You've said so much, this is all your job, but I suddenly feel like going to the bathroom..."

His hand was on the door handle.

no response.

Mark turned around as if he had expected it, and looked at Haro who stood up and looked at him.

"I don't want this either."

Boom! !

Wow! !

Mark, who successfully opened the door by breaking the glass, waved to Haro: "Thank you, doctor, I feel great!"

After saying that, he took a step with his long legs and started running out, as fast as the wind.

Unexpectedly, just as he smiled, he didn't pay attention to his feet and suddenly lost his direction. Mark fell forward and threw the Paimon doll in his hand out.

"ah!!!"

A hand covered his open mouth.

“Mark! Mark!!”

Steven's face appeared in Mark's sight, his face full of anxiety and worry, and his eyes revealed concern.

"Hey! Come back to your senses!"

Mark looked at Steven, who awkwardly lowered his raised right hand.

"If you don't wake up, I'm going to use physical means. I know this scene is quite shocking, but you don't have to scream for so long. Didn't you see that even Paimon has calmed down?"

"Paimon?"

Mark muttered, and then heard the little girl's concerned voice coming from the side.

Paimon puffed up his chest confidently, and said to Mark who was looking at him in surprise, "Ahem, Paimon was just unprepared. You know, Paimon has seen mountains of dinosaurs with the travelers, so he won't be scared by a hippopotamus."

Mark looked around. He was still standing in front of the corridor door, and the one twisting his fingers in front of him was the big hippopotamus he had seen before.

Mark covered his forehead and closed his eyes tightly: "My God, this sedative is really strong."

"Does he always react this violently?"

The big hippo asked the other two people, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Uh, him? Yeah, a little bit."

Steven answered awkwardly, a helpless smile appeared on his face, and he scratched his head, not knowing how to explain Mark’s behavior.

"Ahem, okay, I know what's going on."

The big hippo took out a stack of papers from her clothes and cleared her throat. A serious look appeared on her face and a serious look in her eyes: "Welcome, dear travelers..."

Glancing at the three people below, Hippo corrected his words: "Ahem, travelers."

She raised her hands and opened her arms, with a warm smile on her face, and introduced the three people:

"Welcome to Duat, the land of the dead."