"The Wall of Origins is all right."

"So far, I haven't found any trace of Savita, I can't find him at all! Who's going to help me!! ”

"There has been a small change in the speed force, it seems that someone has crossed the timeline, and I am closely monitoring the progress of the situation......"

"Strange! Doom suddenly abandoned the universe that he had almost destroyed, and went crazy towards the main universe! The reason is unknown! ”

"Sannomiya's clone has suffered a defeat and has been destroyed by the owner of the Infinity Stones, we need to pay close attention to Sannomiya's movements and beware of him jumping off the wall in a hurry!"

"What you say, beware of that Krypton dog coming out and biting you."

"It's okay, I won't let the Criptows find out, these little white dogs won't want to find us in 10,000 years!"

……

In a huge conference room that is incomparably spacious and bright, countless figures are busy, coming and going, everyone is more or less holding something in their hands, hurriedly walking around.

Only a handful of people were very laid-back, putting their feet on the table, whistling, enjoying various drinks in their hands, and gloating at the busy colleagues around them.

Some of the people who walked by, staring at the leisurely guy with resentful eyes, roared angrily: "Bastard, the two of us should change jobs!" Why am I so busy, but you are so leisurely! ”

"Don't say that, old man, I'm you, you're me, we're all ourselves, and what I enjoy is what you enjoy—oh, don't worry, I'll take your share as compensation for you."

"You bastard! Number 7739, you really deserve to die! ”

The man cursed, holding a large pile of papers in his hand, and walked away with an unhappy face.

"I protest! No. 7739, you and I will change, I am in charge of the Wall of Origin, how about you in charge of the Wall of Divine Speed? ”

"Oh, how can this work, the Wall of Origin is too big, and there are so many secrets, it's all a mystery, and only I can do this job well if I am loyal~ I stare at the Wall of Origin every day, and I overdraft every day, just for the safety of our editorial department~~~"

The questioner shuddered and scolded, "Who doesn't know that the Wall of Origin is the least problematic place?" Countless gods have been stuck by the Wall of Origin, and they still can't break free, and even they haven't figured out the secrets of the Wall of Origin, let alone you? ”

Similar quarrels are all too common in this huge conference room, but there are many people arguing, and there are actually more people who are busy, some of them are holding down the paper to write and draw, some are typing in front of the computer, and some are clutching their hair painfully and thinking about what difficult problems.

These people are the writers and editors of the editorial department, who live here and are responsible for their respective tasks.

Some of them are tall, some are short, some are fat, some are thin, but it is enough to pay attention to one thing: they are all human beings at heart.

The same face, the same genes, the same soul, and the same ordinary essence, without a bit of supernatural power.

Beyond the fourth wall, a black light obscured everything.

Downey stood in a black light invisible to the naked eye, watching the people in the editorial office thoughtfully through the transparent wall.

The plot gem is held in Donnie's hand and exerts the ability to jump dimensions.

Deadpool relies on this thing to get in and out of the newsroom at will.

However, the gem was taken by Number 1, and now it is in the hands of Donnie.

"Editorial Department...... It's very lively......"

Downey looked at the newsroom with some amusement across the fourth wall. He hadn't seen a few guys fight and scuffle.

As long as he wants, he can rush in at any time and kill all these ordinary people.

But it's still that sentence, and it doesn't mean much.

What about killing? In case these guys have any backhand, they can't pit Donnie, they can pit Wanda and the others, and they just need to guide some dangerous guys to the main universe.

Moreover, from the perspective of Donnie's only life, this editorial office is, to put it bluntly, a peculiar dimensional space.

Troublemakers from the fifth dimension can twist the rules of the entire multiverse at will, such as 1+1 = a fish, which is nonsense mathematics, can become a real reality.

The Troublemaker is just an ordinary resident of the Fifth Dimension.

And the existence of these so-called author-editors may be more novel than the way of life in the fifth dimension, but as long as you see it through, it will be like that.

Similar to high-dimensional life, three-dimensional life can arrange the plot of two-dimensional characters in comic books at will, and can make those two-dimensional characters not notice anomalies.

To put it bluntly, the editorial department plays this role.

Downey was still a little hostile to the newsroom, but it was funny to see this messy scene at this time.

"These authors and editors are all doppelgangers...... They are simply people who have been copied countless times. ”

Donnie touched his chin and smiled.

In fact, the term doppelganger does not mean that there is an "ontology", because every doppelganger is exactly the same as the others, every doppelganger is an ontology, and every doppelganger is a doppelganger.

For example, when the thin man just jumped into the aging universe, a dozen of him suddenly appeared. The No. 1, who won in the end, was convinced that he had killed his copy. But for the other dozen or so No. 1s, they all feel that they are the original ones, and the others are despicable copies.

So this is not incomprehensible at all, this multiverse replication ability, is to replicate everything perfectly, and every individual is real, and it is not incomprehensible at all.

That's why polymorphism generally hates seeing a bunch of selves, "I'm who I am."

Donnie shook his head slightly, disapprehended, and turned to leave. The whole process was silent, in any case, he already knew the truth of the editorial department, so there was no need to be the first bird.

"Find a place to recuperate for a period of time first, going back in this state will only harm Wanda and them."

Donnie shook his head helplessly as he looked at his frantically distracting and gathering information. He was very tired now, and he urgently needed to recuperate, and then little by little he collected the amount of information that had spread.

At the very moment when Downey actually left, a new conversation was playing out in the newsroom.

"Number 99, are you still looking for number one?"

"yes, I don't know where that guy ran away, let me add some inexplicable plots, and then his whole person disappeared."

Number 99 was distressed, clutching his hair, his chubby body huddled in the chair.

"What did that guy ask you to add?"

"Oh, it's to rewrite the fate of a man, a passerby who should have died when the Hulk fought and hated." Number 99 replied, "I don't know why, but I can make my own decisions about this kind of small thing, so I helped him, but ......"

No. 99 said distressedly: "Now I can't find No. 1, forget it, I can't even find the passerby character who was rewritten by me......"