The evidence shows, the human race does indeed have a knack for cheering themselves up.
Or perhaps, there are just too many things in this world that can make humans unhappy, so naturally, they developed myriad ways to cheer themselves up.
Lucifer, coming out of the Caribbean Pirate Museum, covered his forehead and said, "What the hell am I doing? I knew it was just a bunch of dummies cooperating with props to stage a play, so why did I play it three tis in a row? "
Shiller said with an open hand: "Empathy is the superior ability of intelligent life, which allows other intelligent life to convey their emotions to you through various ans, including paintings, music, scenes, and performances."
Lucifer sighed softly and said, "This is also the cornerstone of why we get deceived."
Then, he looked at the pirate hat in his hand.
Yes, he bought it. And imdiately after the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, he bought it, and he even stupidly put it on his head to have a photo with Captain Jack a few minutes ago.
When you walk under the arch of Adventure World, you actually co to Frontierland. Here, they seed to have changed the decorating style, using a combination of desert and cliff elents.
Unsurprisingly, they bumped into Nick and his group here. It's impossible to ignore a group of agents wearing Mickey Mouse ears, holding Peter Pan dolls, and decorated with nurous badges.
Although the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were dressed casually, they exude a unique charm, especially when they examine any building, it seems like they are looking for the best sniper point.
Nick was not only holding a baby elephant doll but also tucking Winnie the Pooh under his arm. Apparently, he just ca from Fantasy Island.
When he saw Shiller and Lucifer, Nick looked a bit surprised. He said, "Didn't you guys go to the Dwarf Mine ride first? The line there must be ten miles long."
"We decided not to go to the most popular rides first but to play in order." Shiller pointed to Lucifer's hat and said, "You better rush to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Trust , your group might not be able to leave Adventure Island today."
Nick didn't understand what he ant, but he shook his head and said, "Natasha said the Thunder Mountain roller coaster is exciting, so we planned to play that first. We really can't take any more carousels."
"Boss, we made a mistake." Agent Coulson, wearing a skull hat, stepped forward and said, "According to the news, a parade is about to start on Main Street, and we definitely won't make it back in ti."
"What's there to be afraid of? We can co back tomorrow if necessary. We've only played the rides today, we haven't seen most of the shows, we'll definitely need to play for another day."
They headed towards Splash Mountain.
Splash Mountain is essentially a traditional rapid river ride, but at the beginning, there is a rafting journey through a mountain cave. The boat slowly rises to the highest point, then plumts downwards; the final part is quite exciting.
While putting on the raincoat, Nick said, "I think it's a big mistake that Battleworld does not sell healing potions."
"Of course, I don't an selling nurical values, but look, if you don't want your clothes to get dirty, don't want to get injured in the ga, you naturally need to prepare healing items.
"Of course, I think the number of gas participants play each day should be limited. If you want to participate more tis, you naturally have to pay a price, what do you think of a stamina system?"
"I don't think it's a good idea," Lucifer imdiately retorted. "Why should we limit the number of tis you can participate in the ga? Then wouldn't I have less fun to watch?"
"That's where you're wrong," Shiller and Nick both chid in.
"It's precisely so that you can have more fun for longer. Think about it, if people quickly get the technology and abilities they want by earning points in multiple gas, they will definitely return to the real world as soon as possible, then you will no longer have their fun to watch."
"But if you set a limit, we can greatly prolong this process, allowing them to participate in more gas, naturally providing more amusent, right? "
"Likewise for healing potions," Nick said, pointing one finger. "They would spend more points on healing items to have a better performance in the next ga. This way, the points used to accumulate resources are reduced, and they naturally need to participate in more gas."
Lucifer massaged his temples and said, "I have a feeling that if we really do this, we will definitely receive the most sincere curses from all the taverses."
"Are you scared of curses?"
"Of course I'm not!" Lucifer raised his voice and said, "But what's so good about being cursed? Be a human!"
Everyone on their boat was basically a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, so they conversed boldly. And when their conversation ended, the boat had already risen to its highest point.
With a mighty cheer, the boat leaped from the high platform, and the splashing water sprayed everywhere.
The soaked agents cheered as they disembarked, most of them eager to ride again. Lucifer, however, shook his head and said, "There's no need to go a second round. Why don't I just put away my wings and fall into the lake? Wouldn't the effect be the sa?"
Shiller took off his water-soaked raincoat, had the gray mist dry him off, and said, "Of course it's not the sa, you might not get that wet if you fall into the lake."
Just as they were talking, another boat full of people rushed down, forcing Lucifer to quickly sidestep. Fortunately, the water didn't splash over.
They initially planned to head towards the next attraction, but had spent too much ti previously in the Pirates of the Caribbean pavilion, and it was now fast approaching noon, they decided to stay for lunch.
Not far ahead along this main road is Liberty Square, and by the roadside, there's a tavern called Freedom Tree Tavern, an ordinary Arican family-style pub without live perforrs.
Both Lucifer and Shiller were not the type who liked to interact with perforrs while eating, so they chose this restaurant over the more popular Beauty and the Beast Restaurant.
Most Arican family-style pubs usually serve large glasses of beer and a plentiful amount of at, including smoked sausages, turkey, and large slabs of beef steak.
As it wasn't peak lunch hour, the pub was not too crowded. Most people were still engrossed in their activities. Shiller and Lucifer found a seat by the window.
Outside the window, Stark put on his sunglasses and under the bright sun, scrutinized the map for two minutes before turning to Steve saying, "We definitely took a wrong turn. When we passed the castle, I felt sothing was off. Shouldn't we go back to Main Street, U.S.A, then head to Adventureland?"
"But this way should also take us to Adventureland, all roads are connected."
"Yes, and there's also a road that leads from New York to Antarctica." Stark retorted sarcastically, "You can go and et penguins that way."
"Actually, I could."
After a good half a minute of glaring at each other, Stark and Steve went to the shade of a nearby tree. After carefully looking at the map again, Stark said, "I just posted a ssage on Spider App, ntioning that I ca to Disney World in Orlando, and Gwen Spiderman replied that I must try Pirates of the Caribbean."
"If we travel far and find Adventureland isn't fun, I'll let Nick dock her points."
"I think we should not rely on other people's guides." Steve said, hands on his hips. "Let's plan our own route. I think we should go to Frontierland from Liberty Square, then to Adventureland, so we don't miss any program."
"We don't need to guarantee not missing any programs, we're coming back here another day anyway." Stark looked at Steve and said, "And are you sure that the tal-arm guy and Strange are fine? I think our knowledge of The Sanctum must be sowhat biased."
"I've told you before, Bucky's worked in the Androda Galaxy. The Sanctum needs his help to expand their business out there. The Supre Magician isn't a human trafficker or anything."
"Huh." Stark scoffed, reopening the map and reading as he spoke, "Only if nobody else is offering a higher price."
Suddenly, Stark's gaze fell on a program called Ghost House.
He nudged Steve with his elbow and pointed at the program, raising his eyebrows at Steve with a look that spoke volus.
Located at the junction of Frontierland and Liberty Square, the Ghost Mansion is a huge, brown-red colored, old fashioned building. Once you step through the dark grey gate, it feels like you're entering a real manor.
Bruce, Clark, and Diana looked up at this massive building, and Bruce asked sincerely, "What's so scary about this? Isn't it just a regular English manor?"
Inside the courtyard, you can see various uniquely designed statues, seemingly of the manor's ancestors. Bruce shook his head and said, "We wouldn't put our ancestors' statues in the courtyard, and their placent is all wrong."
Following the queuing path into the corridor, a small foyer with a variety of brown wooden panels with a hooked design appeared before their eyes.
As they proceeded, they entered a slightly larger hall with a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling and portraits of people on both sides. Once inside the elevator, they quickly arrived at the place to board the rail cars.
The car first passed through a long, dark corridor lined with various eerie portraits. Then they could see the complex labyrinth of passages and staircases disappearing into the darkness.
Bruce wasn't very interested during the first half of the ride, and after sighing, he turned to Clark and Diana next to him and said, "I think I should install a rail car in Wayne Manor and invite you guys to play at two in the morning. That would surely be scarier than this."
After a brief reminiscence, Clark and Diana agreed that Bruce actually had a point.
Wayne Manor is a classic English manor and is huge. With only a few people living in it, most of the rooms are unoccupied, making the manor feel vast, dim, and antique.
The first ti Clark spent the night alone in a guest room, he felt it odd not to see a full moon outside the towering Gothic windows with howling werewolves underneath.
Finally, one by one, dots of light began to flicker in the darkness. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be the eyes of bats.
The only issue was, these eyes were a tad too cartoonish, looking just like the eyes of the bats inside the caves of MGM cartoons from the last century.
Diana sighed, looking at Bruce she said.
"You standing there dressed in your bat suit would definitely be scarier than this."
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