When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

Chapter 1247 Macro-control of science and technology

"Why do you think this way?" Jin didn't understand.

“I don’t want to be a giant in the entertainment industry, and I don’t mind being a thug.

I'm quite old, and I don't have any particular obsession. I always want to walk around and look around.

Of course, the most important thing is that I want to return to the Middle Earth after death. "Old lady Gao said with a complicated expression.

"You really believe it," Kingpin said in surprise.

"Why don't you believe that for great gods, it is not particularly difficult to contain souls, such as Odin's Hall of Valor.

According to the degree of Gaia's favor for the Hansen family, it is not impossible to hand over the reincarnation of the soul to her. "Old lady Gao said.

"There really is a Hall of Valor," Kingpin doubted.

"Hey, it's rare to see something strange. Do you know what I went through back then?" Old Mrs. Gao asked with a strange smile.

"You are a female general in the late Ming Dynasty"

"Hey, forget it, general, he's just a bandit who just makes a living." Old Mrs. Gao waved her hand and said with a smile: "However, heroes come out of troubled times, and in that era, I also saw a few heroes who were qualified to enter the Hall of Heroes. "

"You saw the Hall of Valor coming to earth, and you saw Odin selecting powerful warrior souls." Kingpin felt as if he was listening to a myth.

Mrs. Gao showed a look of reminiscence, and after a while, she sighed: "I can't see it, and I don't have the qualifications to do it, but there is a dying person who refused Odin's call.

Chinese people pay attention to resting in their graves and returning to their hometown. I also listened to what he said, and I believed what he said. "

"Then you also want to..."

Jin Bing couldn't help but hesitate when he thought of Mrs. Gao's situation.

But Mrs. Gao didn't mind and nodded: "Yes, I am a believer of the beast, so at the moment of my death, my soul will be picked up by the black sky and sent to the beast's trough.

Therefore, I don’t want to die and I can’t die. "

"Ding Dong"

The doorbell rang, and he pushed it open. Nobunaga walked in slowly with a look that seemed happy or sad.

"It's done," Jin Bin asked with a calm expression.

After a moment of silence, Nobunaga nodded, "Me, Langley, Jimmy, and even Bullseye can do it."

Kingpin raised his hand to interrupt him and said seriously: "Don't tell me, I don't know anything and I don't want to know."

Suddenly, another two months passed. April was the glorious spring season in Manhattan, which was perfect for spring outings and outdoor outings. However, Jennifer found with confusion that her daughter seemed to be too "spring asleep".

"Maya, what's going on with you lately? It's almost 9 o'clock now." Jennifer ran to Maya's room, lifted the quilt, revealing her daughter's fluffy head, and asked doubtfully.

"Isn't today Saturday?" Maya turned over and mumbled with her face lying on the pillow.

"But you are not like this day. You have been like this for the past two months... you were not sleepy at all before, not to mention you have become a god now." Jennifer asked.

"I'm busy with things in the underworld, involving the entire universe...It's complicated and huge, far beyond my previous imagination. Moreover, what I'm wasting is not energy, but laws...Forget it, just think that I'm too tired from work. "

Just like she said, the problems of Hansen's Universe Underworld Project were so complicated that it made her scalp tingle.

Especially two points, firstly, if the underworld can form a centripetal force, that is, how to attract lonely ghosts to seek refuge.

Secondly, how do souls from all over the universe reach her underworld.

The universe is hundreds of billions of light years in diameter, and not every soul is strong enough to perform astral projection. They might be caught and devoured by the devil halfway.

"Since this isn't the first day you've noticed that I'm sleepy, why did you come over to disturb me today?" Maya asked in a muffled voice.

"I have an appointment at nine-thirty in the morning. I think you should go."

Jennifer said as she opened Maya's closet and started picking out clothes for her.

Once, when she was still living in a small apartment, Maya's boudoir was less than ten square meters. With a bed and a study table, there was only room to stretch out.

Clothes and other things, the seasonal clothes are stuffed into a box, and the box is stuffed under the bed. When the clothes are changed for the season, a rope is hung on the bedside.

Nowadays, she is very wealthy. Her bedroom alone is 80 square meters. Even with a king-size bed, she finally has room for a girly-style wardrobe.

"Where are you going?" Maya realized something was wrong and sat up and asked.

"Sweden, the royal hunting grounds."

There is indeed a hunting ground sign, but in April, where is the day for hunting?

Therefore, a group of people rode horses, "嘘嘘嘚", under the clear blue sky, strolling along the valley road full of mountain flowers.

The Swedish royal family, plus three or five Nobel Prize committee bosses, accompanied Maya and her family for two hours of wandering around.

At noon, everyone went out to roast game in person, consciously leaving space for King Augusta and Maya.

"Hey, Maya, I invite you to come for an outing this time. In addition to catching up on old times, I mainly want you to help the Nobel Prize, which is about to go bankrupt." The old king said with an embarrassed look.

"Why is it going bankrupt?" Maya said in surprise.

"In order to preserve and appreciate the value, Nobel's legacy mostly consists of purchasing energy, real estate, mining, etc. It will definitely not... Alas, the world is developing too fast, and the once absolute hard currency is no longer valuable now." The old king sighed.

"This is simple. The Nobel Prize has been dedicated to the people of the earth for nearly a hundred years. It must not go bankrupt. I will buy those shares at three times the original price." Maya promised.

"Ah, thank you, Maya." The old king was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.

Then, his face turned bitter again, and he sighed: "The bonus is settled, but the reputation and status of the Nobel Prize are about to go bankrupt."

"No matter what, the Nobel Prize is the number one award on earth. If the earth's civilization is not destroyed, the status of the Nobel Prize is guaranteed," Maya said puzzled.

"Oh, Maya, you have also won two Nobel Prizes. You should know that Nobel Prizes award gold medals, and the current price of gold... Just a week ago, Stark Company launched a Stark Tachyon Pulse Detector The equipment can be called a mining artifact.

Several hundred meters of rock layer seemed to have turned into transparent glass.

Gold may not have lost its status as a precious metal, but its price has become completely affordable. "

The corner of Maya's mouth twitched. Tony is so shameless. Isn't the photon pulser a patent of the Skrull people? This will be labeled as Stark.

The old king continued: "This is one, and second, even if we do not issue gold medals and change them to beautiful swords, in the interstellar era, beautiful swords are too niche.

To put it simply, a beautiful knife is worthless and unattractive, and the reputation of the Nobel Prize...

The Nobel Prize may be the most famous award on earth, but outside the solar system, who knows?

Recently, many scientists have been submitting articles to Consul Street, and they seem to be promoting the Alien Technology Award. "

"Scientists also want to get out of the earth and realize interstellarization." The corner of Maya's mouth twitched.

The old king nodded silently and sighed: "Maya, although the Men in Black Scientific and Technological Advisory Group will review the manuscript and the top-secret scientific research information will not be lost, the award will serve as a guide."

For the first time, Maya showed a solemn expression.

The old king is right. The most essential purpose of awards is to inspire, but the function of incentives is to guide.

For example, if the earth wants to develop superconductors, let the Nobel Prize Committee award more awards to scientists who study superconductors.

Other scientists who want to win awards will naturally focus more on superconductor research.

This is academic macro-control.