Caesar finished watching Peggy Carter, finally fulfilling the wish that had lingered with Kyle's original self for so long.
After that mont.
Caesar chose not to linger at the training base, but instead moved to a nearby mountaintop, selecting a quiet spot suitable for the task.
He prepared to use the set of temporal protective equipnt left behind by future Steve and the others: a ti-space protective suit, a ti navigation watch, and the only Pym particle they had, to return to his original tiline of 2012 New York.
"Little Godfather, rember, when you return to the original tiline, follow the steps exactly as I have instructed."
Echoes of future Tony's solemn words from before his departure lingered in Caesar's mind and ears, "Even though operating the entire set of ti travel tools is simple with proper training, any mistake or error could strand you in another tiline forever!"
"First, put on the ti navigation watch. Locate the button on the watch that activates the Temporal Protection Suit and press it."
Following future Tony's instructions, Caesar strapped the Ti Navigation Watch to his left wrist and activated the Temporal Protection Suit.
*Buzz*
Fibers began to unfurl from Caesar's left wrist, conforming to his body and rapidly expanding to cover his chest and limbs, forming a substantial white protective suit around his undeveloped young body.
Ant-Man's shrinking technology, so handy from the future.
Sighing inwardly, Caesar donned the accompanying helt and thodically went through the remaining steps Tony had taught him.
"Step two. Carefully place the Pym particle into the slot at the waist of the ti-space suit."
"The third step. Normally, you would have to set the ti and location on the ti navigation watch yourself. However, since you're returning from the original tiline, simply return to the last temporal point you visited."
"The fourth step. Press the ti travel button on the watch. If all goes well, you should safely return to your original tiline within a few seconds."
ticulously completing each step, Caesar could only shake his head at the last one, muttering, "Tony, please don't jinx it!"
"Goodbye, 1944 New York tiline."
Glancing once more at the distant training base, Caesar ntally prepared himself, then flipped the switch. His body shrank rapidly until it disappeared completely into the Quantum Realm.
The Quantum Realm was a vast and mysterious area, bizarre, as if without the concepts of ti and space.
Caesar navigated like a tiny electric particle, hurtling through it at high speed, jumping from one quantum vortex to another.
Gradually, a bright light appeared ahead.
Just as Caesar thought he had successfully traveled back to his original tiline, he felt a disturbance, as if pulled by so force. The quantum vortex twisted abruptly, chaotic and turbulent, and the light ahead dimd and faded in an instant.
"That..." Caesar was stunned, going from high speed to slow motion, his body soon coming to a complete stop within the quantum realm.
Hurriedly, Caesar reached into his waistband and pulled out the glass tube. The Pym Particle inside was nearly depleted, only about a third remaining, causing Caesar's young face to freeze. "Tony, really? Did that unexpected thing you ntioned actually happen?"
He looked at the navigation watch on his left wrist, a series of error codes flashing across the screen before it went blank, clearly malfunctioning and unusable.
"This is really bad."
Caesar's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't panic unduly. He had weathered many storms since his rebirth. Being stuck in the Quantum Realm was just another challenge; he would find a way back eventually.
He tried to rely on his own ability to fly.
To his surprise, Caesar discovered that within the quantum realm, he still possessed the power of Superman, allowing him to fly freely. This power could potentially serve as a substitute for the power and propulsion needed to travel through ti and space.
However, there was still one problem that couldn't be avoided.
The ti navigation clock malfunctioned, leaving Caesar unable to confirm the interdiate point in the quantum realm of the original tiline where he could find the correct quantum vortex to travel out of.
It was like having countless billions of tree holes within the quantum realm, with only one singularly connected to the original 2012 Marvel New York tiline, but now the coordinates for navigation were lost.
Inside the quantum realm, Caesar flew for several hours, gazing at the uniformly colored vortices. Suddenly, the gravity of his current situation hit him.
This was the Quantum Realm!
He was wandering through space-ti, not just traversing the starry sky as before!
He might never be able to return to the original tiline.
"Wait."
Caesar suddenly rembered sothing, raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "In the future tiline of Steve and the others, my absence-could it be because of the current situation..."
It wasn't just a possibility that he wouldn't be able to return; it seed that he really wouldn't be able to return.
Caesar looked helpless as he surveyed the nurous quantum vortices around him. The imdiate priority now was to find a way to escape the quantum realm.
"Do I have no choice but to rely on luck and randomly choose a vortex to exit?"
Caesar hesitated. The uncertainty of space and ti was overwhelming. Randomly choosing a vortex to exit could lead him to the distant past or future of the Marvel Universe, or even to a parallel universe that wasn't Marvel at all.
"Now it seems I have no choice."
Caesar sighed repeatedly. In his current predicant, there seed to be no other choice but to leave his fate to chance. If he delayed any longer, the Kryptonian blood in him might starve to death in the Quantum Realm.
"All right, then, it's you."
With a quick glance around, Caesar chose a vortex that seed favorable and accelerated into it without further hesitation.
...
It was a luxurious Western-style building in the middle of a bustling city, now shrouded in darkness at two in the morning. Inside and out, the house was blanketed in the night, with only a hint of moonlight filtering through the windows into the hallway.
But at this hour, there was still a faint light on in the downstairs kitchen.
A boy, no more than six or seven years old, noticed this. His slender body was clad in pajamas, and he held a thick wooden stick in his hand, carefully raising it as he descended from the spiral staircase on the second floor.
As he descended to the kitchen on the ground floor, the boy saw a middle-aged woman in a red dress opening the old-fashioned refrigerator, eagerly searching for sothing. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Mom? What are you doing up so late?"
The woman's body shook slightly. She looked at the boy blankly.
The boy smiled knowingly, lowered the wooden stick, and approached her nonchalantly. "I thought you were a thief."
"Did I scare you? Darling, I'm just looking for sothing to eat." The woman leaned against the refrigerator with one hand, the other on her hip. She looked kindly at the boy and persuaded him, "Go back to bed."
The smile faded from the boy's face as he stopped ten feet away and stared solemnly at the woman. This confused the woman, who continued, "What's wrong? Go to sleep quickly!"
Feeling that her tone and deanor were not quite maternal, the woman bent down slightly, approached the boy, and tried to speak gently, "How about I make you a cup of hot chocolate?"
"Who are you?"
The boy blinked, confirming his suspicion, and stepped forward in an interrogative manner. "What did you do to my mother?"
The woman didn't know what she had said and looked at the boy in surprise, feeling an invisible pressure on her.
Even though he was only seven years old, the boy possessed a powerful force. Obviously angry, he didn't move his lips but expressed his thoughts directly with his mind, "My mom wouldn't even set foot in the kitchen, let alone make hot chocolate for ! She just orders around to do these things!"
The woman instinctively covered her throbbing head and took a few steps back. The boy's last thought seed to touch her soft heart.
Exhaling softly, the woman raised her hands, dispelling her disguise. As her pores shifted, her body shrank. Her brown eyes recovered, her shoulder-length hair turned dark red, and her entire skin took on a deep blue hue.
Now she appeared to be no more than a six-year-old girl.
The boy looked at the unusual girl with surprise, then excitent, then a smile. He whispered, "I never thought I was the only one in the world, the only one who was different.
The blue-skinned girl looked at the boy in surprise.
The boy smiled and held out his hand, "I'm Charles."
"I am Raven." The girl hesitated for a mont, but finally shook Charles' offered hand.
"You must be hungry. You can eat anything in the kitchen."
Charles held Raven's hand and smiled, "I have plenty of food at ho. You will not go hungry tonight... in fact, you will never go hungry again."
For the first ti, Raven felt warmth and couldn't help but smile sweetly, revealing her teeth.
Just then,
A small teor streaked down from the sky, cut through the night, and finally crashed at high speed into the courtyard of the luxurious mansion.
"Boom!"
The mud splashed against the windows. Charles and Raven in the downstairs kitchen were obviously startled. They glanced at each other, and Charles gathered his courage and led the way to open the door to the yard.
In the yard, decorated with lawns and greenery, a circular, deep pit had been torn open. Grass and earth were scattered everywhere, and steam rose from the circular hole.
As Charles and Raven watched in amazent, a small hand erged from the pit, followed by a head, and soon a blond boy, just over five years old, crawled out of the hole.
Even though he had made a hole in the ground, the blond boy stood up as if nothing had happened, brushing the dust from his damaged suit. He straightforwardly asked Charles and Raven beside him, "Hey kid, where is this? I an the year and the exact location!"
Charles smiled brightly and replied, "October 21st, 1944, Westchester, New York.
Another extraordinary individual had arrived.
(End of this chapter)
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