Brooklyn, New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent training base, 1:00pm.

At the front of the empty lecture hall, a man with glasses put down his coffee cup and held out a hand to make a gesture, and the classroom fell silent.

"Well, through these lessons, you should understand that these slimy little guys are not the disgusting slime you think, they are mainly made of symbiotic factors."

"You can think of them as a kind of dough, well, I admit it still sounds a little disgusting, like a lump of mud."

"You're the sludge! Apologize quickly!! ”

Seeing their teacher's stunned look, the students began to snicker again, because they knew that the mud that belonged to their teacher must have complained in their hearts again.

The last time they saw him, what should they say? Even the gossip students couldn't find a good adjective to describe the relationship between the two of them, and if I had to say it, it would probably be "grudge".

Eddie cleared his throat, ignored the roar of Venom in his heart, and began to clean up the books on the table, but what he didn't expect was that the teacher for the next class came early, and Eddie turned his head and watched Schiller, who was holding the "Interstellar Sociology" textbook in his hand, walk into the classroom.

There was a cheer from the students, apparently Schiller was popular, but what made them feel more secure was that Dr. Schiller was also a companion of the symbiote, which made them less disgusted that they would live in symbiosis with this slimy alien creature in the future.

Although none of the students had ever seen Schiller's symbiote, let alone Schiller and his symbiote arguing like Eddie and Venom every day, they believed that the doctor and his symbiote must have a thrilling story, just like the story of him and Venom that Eddie told many times in class but never finished.

"Good afternoon, Eddie, how was the lunch break?"

"Not bad, what about you? Doctor? ”

"I'm okay, do you still have classes this afternoon?"

"There's another section in the next class, what's wrong?"

"Are you going to talk to the nursing home in the evening? I'm glad Venom reconciled with you, and if you don't mind, I'd like to update you two on the status of your relationship. ”

Eddie smiled and asked, "What is there to update for an unlucky guy and his sludge?" ”

"I think you're in a more like 'little don't win newlyweds.'" Schiller crossed his arms and looked at Eddie and said, "I think so, especially when I heard the cleaner outside the door complaining about who the hell ate the seven buckets of chocolate balls at lunchtime...... That's it. ”

Eddie fled.

But in the evening, he went to the Arkham Sanatorium and sat down again in the elevated reception area on the second floor, the same position he had received counseling again.

Schiller was writing a medical record on his lap and said without looking up, "I can see you like the words I use during the day, but I can't possibly write so bluntly in my report to Nick." ”

"Oh, of course, don't write that!" Eddie covered his forehead and complained, "He's been in high spirits all afternoon, please, doctor, I have to go back and feed the dog today, I can't let him eat my dog!" ”

"You have a dog?" Schiller asked, raising his eyes.

"Does it matter?" Eddie replied in a bit of a trance, apparently Venom must have been yelling in his head again.

"Having a pet is good for a calm mind, considering that you have a pet with you...... Alright, alright, Venom, I didn't say you were a pet, don't toss him. ”

Schiller soothed the venom that controlled Eddie's swaying from side to side, and said, "Considering that you carry an intelligent life with you, I think this is a huge concession from him, after all, you can't expect an alien newborn to understand why humans need the company of another animal with sharp teeth." ”

Venom suddenly fell silent, and Eddie muttered to himself, "Okay, I know how forgiving you are, but that's not my dog either, and I didn't soak that girl, we're neighbors, I didn't want to sleep with her......"

When Eddie regained his senses, Schiller handed him the report in his hand and said, "You can see if there is anything wrong with writing like this." ”

"No, doesn't that mean patients can't read their own psychiatric evaluation reports?"

"You're not a patient, and Nick would have preferred you to get to work right away than to put you in a mental hospital, you know him."

Eddie laughed deeply, nodded and said, "Well, doctor, I believe you, just write like that, just don't use those 'little don't win newlywed' words, don't make him proud anymore." ”

"Well, business is done." Schiller put the report aside and said, "I'm asking you here mainly to update your mental health assessment report so that I can give Nick an errand, but I also have a little personal matter. ”

Schiller poured Eddie a glass of sparkling water, in fact, Venom likes to drink sparkling water, and Eddie, like any American journalist, is addicted to American coffee, Schiller only thinks Venom is a little more tasteful in this regard.

Eddie picked up his glass, looked at Schiller and asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?" ”

"Mostly Venom, do you remember that he had a great dream?"

"What?"

"Eat his Creator."

Eddie's eyes widened, he looked at Schiller and said, "You didn't mean that, did you?" ”

"I'm sorry, I am."

Schiller's tone turned slightly colder, which made Eddie shudder, and he cautiously asked tentatively, "Is something wrong with the gray fog?" ”

Schiller sighed and said, "Some time ago, an aspect of my spirit was sublimated, and the aftermath of the sublimation brought the gray mist into a new state of life. ”

Schiller was referring to the fact that Iron Man and Batman gave him the bricks of the tower, and the Grey Mist also benefited at that time, and in the days that followed, Schiller noticed some changes in the Grey Mist.

"To put it simply, the symbiote Grey Mist that existed in my body before was still in the growth stage, but now he has finished his development period and has become a mature ......" Schiller explained to Eddie in the simplest language.

Eddie opened his mouth wide and said in surprise, "It was still a growth period before?!" God, isn't he strong enough? There's nothing in this world that can hurt you, so what else does he have to be strong? ”

"Yes, like you said, Grey Mist has almost the perfect defense in this world, but don't you think that comes from his own characteristics, not his power?"

Eddie frowned, thought for a while, nodded and judged objectively: "That's right, he made you almost uninjured because he himself is a mist-like existence, who can hurt a fog?" ”

"But I really didn't see him attack, 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 had a lot more attacks, not just with claws and fangs."

"He has a lot of tentacles that can be extended almost indefinitely, and they are very powerful, the tentacles can be turned into wings, so that we have the ability to fly, and we don't have to jump around on the ground anymore, and he can also make some symbiote factors leave us for a short time to control others, so that I have a doppelganger."

"And the most obvious thing is that because he evolved by devouring the power of faith, he can use some spells that I don't know how to describe, in fact, the blue spirit will too, but the venom energy is more abundant, and the spells are more powerful."

As he spoke, Eddie stretched out his hand, and the black slime spread from his big arm to his lower arm, and then danced on his fingertips, and during the light jump of energy, soon a ball of light condensed and formed, and Eddie smiled again, jokingly, "I can point to it when I walk at night." ”

Then, he looked at Schiller with a little curiosity and said, "The gray fog should have swallowed a lot of energy, but I've never seen you use large-scale magic, is it because the gray fog is not yet an adult?" ”

"Actually, I don't like to call this process growth, it's more like 'awakening.'" Schiller frowned and said, "The external force has enhanced the wisdom of the gray mist, allowing him to see through his own essence and remember something about his origin. ”

Eddie's face became serious, he looked at Schiller and said, "Origin? Don't symbiotes all have the same origin? ”

"You mean Nar, the god of symbiotes?" Schiller raised his eyebrows a little indifferently, nodded, shook his head again, and said, "For a long time before, Gray Mist and I thought that he was also the creation of the symbiote god Nar, but don't you think there are many doubts in this? ”

"Nar has created so many symbiotes, all of them look the same, including Venom, do you think this ancient, chaotic creature will suddenly change to a different aesthetic?"

"To be honest, I've wanted to say it a long time ago." Eddie took a sip of soaked water, swallowed the spicy drink with some difficulty, and said, "Grey Mist and all symbiotes are not the same style of painting, and I and the Space Agents agree that if you hadn't insisted that he was made by Nar, we would have thought that Nar stole it from somewhere." ”

"You know, the Agents of the Universe are ancient, the Blue Spirit is even the first generation of symbiotes, he knows Nar better than any of us, and they all think that he won't do this, and they don't suddenly hope that a special symbiote will get him out of trouble, and to put it bluntly, he hates every god Tarr because they are the culprits of his imprisonment."

Schiller sighed softly and explained the reason: "Just after the Grey Mist awakened to his increased wisdom, he told me that in his only very vague memory of origin, Nar did not create him, but 'condensed' him. ”

As a reporter, Eddie carefully read the difference between the two words, and tried to analyze: "You mean, the gray mist already existed, and Nar used his power to bring him together, becoming a creature that looks like a symbiote but is not?" ”

"Grey Mist is a symbiote." Schiller's firm tone made Eddie a little confused, and soon Schiller went on to explain: "Or rather, it was Nar who reshaped the Gray Mist, and the way he created the symbiote, he wouldn't have it any other way, so the Gray Mist must have a host." ”

"You mean he didn't need to?"

Schiller nodded and said, "The Grey Mist had a predecessor that was scattered for some reason, and Nar used his power to condense and reshape him, making him think of himself as a symbiote, at least in his infancy. ”

"And now that he's awakened and has a glimpse of some of the truth from his own memories, we still can't be sure where he came from, so I'm going to ask Nar first."

"'Ask' isn't that accurate, right?" Eddie's eyes narrowed, and he felt the intense hunger and thirst coming from the venom inside his body.

"Yes, just ask, eat first and then ask."

It didn't take long for two figures, one black and one gray, to appear in an empty and dark cosmic space, and 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, the venom couldn't wait to pounce directly on the only star in the dark space, and the endless violence factor in his body and the instinct that came from devouring made him eager to kill his creator and completely merge with him.

Nar was already weakened, and Schiller was sure that Stark and Batman couldn't just put him here and not do anything, and there was no need to mention what would happen to him in the hands of two geniuses.

Nar's screams lasted only a short moment, and Schiller didn't need his strength, the venom ate the part he could eat, but there was still more than half of it, and when the gray mist drifted over, Schiller asked him, "Do you feel sad to eat your own creator?" ”

"He's not my creator, you're the one."

Soon, the gray mist covered the planet, and Schiller didn't know what Stark and Batman had done to Nal, but he was completely powerless to resist, and after the last shred of power and memories were swallowed, he completely returned to the rules of cosmic chaos.

Nar is not dead, this kind of existence that represents a part of the rules will not die completely, and there is no place for him to stay in the Death Realm, he will only sleep, and maybe when the universe is destroyed and reborn, he will still exist as the oldest creature.

As the gray mist swallowed the last fragment of memory, at the top of the tower, he stood with Schiller, staring at the memories of Nar projected overhead.

They saw the black figure imprisoned in the star Klinta, looking at the starry sky in the endless loneliness and dead silence, and heard the call of the stars.

Instinctively, he sniffed out the secrets of the stars, and he answered the call of the stars, reaching out to them and embracing the endless starry sky.

But the old days did not fall on him, he only felt a wisp of ethereal mist drifting through his fingertips, and he grabbed this wisp of mist and condensed more of it.

At the same time, in the real world, an endless gray mist was surging from Schiller's body, and Venom had to retreat, because he could feel that some kind of terrifying and grand magnificence was coming.

The fog that floated out of Schiller's body was much more numerous and intense than before, and they constituted an endless gray mist.

As the fog cleared, a bright starry sky appeared before Schiller's eyes—he heard the call of the stars.

It sounded like a baby's cry, loud and full of life, as if he felt new and joyful about the world that he could clearly understand after he came out of the cradle.

Schiller stared intently and fascinated at the starry sky, at the part of the stars, the most magnificent and mysterious part of them, he did not fall into darkness, nor madness, and those terrible whispers 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 thick gray mist poked out a tentacle and touched the gray ring on Schiller's finger.

Schiller and Grey Mist were in the midst of the pact, and together he and them faced the truth of all this, staring at the endless starry sky, and Schiller called out his real name—

"Nameless Mist ......"

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(swearing)