"Put this here… yeah, and place one over here too…"
After defeating Dormammu, they could finally leave Earth for good.
Carl accompanied Diwan to buy a huge amount of supplies—he practically moved an entire supermarket onto the ship.
At first, they thought the mothership would be filled with aliens, but to their surprise, there wasn't a single one. Parts of the ship were damaged as well.
Fortunately, Carl repaired it.
Now, there were only two people aboard this twenty-kilometer-long mothership—Carl and Diwan. For them, it was practically a massive city.
There were countless facilities inside, including residential areas. The former inhabitants had all vanished—most likely erased by Vers using the Reality Stone. Otherwise, they wouldn't have disappeared so suddenly without leaving a trace.
Naturally, the two of them couldn't possibly use such a vast space, so they chose an area near the "living zone" and moved all their supplies there.
Diwan directed Carl on where to place everything—clothes, snacks, toys…
"Putting the bed here doesn't feel right—it looks crooked."
Carl followed her instructions anyway, though it looked awkward to him.
The bed was placed near a glass wall in what used to be part of the control room. While it offered a view of space, it didn't feel suitable for sleeping—it gave a strange sense of exposure.
"Why are you making such a fuss? The glass is one-way—you can't see inside from the outside."
Diwan continued arranging blankets and items. Then she lay sideways on the bed, looking at Carl with a teasing, seductive gaze.
"So… where's our first stop?"
Everything was ready. All the supplies had been arranged. Now, the only question left was where to go.
Carl thought for a moment. "Autopilot. We'll just drift. It's not like you've been anywhere before anyway."
Diwan rolled her eyes. "Oh? So you have been everywhere?"
"If I've been anywhere, then I've been to a lot of places."
Carl lay down as well. Above him, the ceiling was like glass, revealing the vast universe outside.
Honestly… it felt amazing.
The ship was easy to operate. After about ten minutes of figuring things out, Carl had already mastered it. He set it to autopilot—the ship would automatically avoid asteroids and cosmic hazards.
Diwan looked at him curiously. "So what did you see? Were there lots of aliens?"
Carl turned to her. "Too many. Plenty of monsters too… and some species specifically hunt for female partners."
Diwan's expression turned serious. "Are you jealous?"
Carl sighed. "Why don't we try it?"
"Try your sister!!"
Diwan threw a pillow straight at his face. "You pervert!"
Carl remained expressionless. "We're bored anyway."
Diwan stood up, staring at him blankly. "My period's here."
Carl sat up. "Twice a month?"
The atmosphere instantly became awkward.
Diwan's face turned red as she glared at him. "You win. You're amazing. I give up!"
Carl leaned back casually against the glass, hands behind his head. "Then don't go suspecting me of cheating every day. You should trust your man. Honestly, I'm so great I could marry myself."
Diwan sneered. "I'd really like to see how you'd pull that off alone."
Carl looked at her in disbelief. "You're not even jealous? You won't even get jealous over yourself?"
"Don't worry—I won't get jealous over you," she said sweetly. "Who gave you the right?"
Carl suddenly sighed. "I envy those emperors with harems of three thousand beauties… swapping eight or nine in one night would take a whole year."
"Oh really?"
Diwan smiled. "You can try—if you're not afraid of losing your life."
Carl quickly laughed. "Of course not, I was just sighing. Honestly, how do people like that even explain it? If you truly love someone, you can't be like that… at least, I can't."
Diwan forced a fake smile. "You can barely handle yourself—how could anyone else even get close to you?"
Carl suddenly sat up straight and stared at her. "I haven't asked you yet—how much do you love me?"
"Hah!"
Diwan curled her lips. "I don't love you."
Carl was stunned. "Then why do you sleep with me every day? What's wrong with you? Calling others 'baby' like it's nothing—no standards at all!"
Diwan held back her laughter. "Listen to yourself—you sound disgusting. Did something traumatize you before? How did recovering a few memories make you this greasy?"
"Who taught me this?" Carl snapped. "I learned it all from you! At the beginning, you kept asking me 'Do you love me or not?' nonstop. I was terrified—I didn't understand any of it back then, so I could only keep answering you over and over. It was awful!"
"So now that you're experienced, you think you can shut me up?"
Diwan stepped forward and started kicking him. "You were scared? Terrified? I was your first in both lives, and I treated you so well. If you don't cherish that, then forget it! And what's with that impatient look—do you even love me?"
The same question appeared again—this time from Diwan, while Carl was still getting kicked.
Carl grabbed her foot lightly. "I love you. What about you?"
"Look at this atmosphere…"
Diwan pulled her feet back and turned away. "What do you want to eat? I'll cook."
"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall… and eggplant!"
The moment Carl finished speaking, Diwan froze mid-step. Her cheerful expression stiffened.
She turned back angrily and pointed at him. "You!! Cook it yourself!"
Carl looked confused. "Didn't you ask what I wanted to eat? What's wrong now?"
Diwan narrowed her eyes and smiled. "So you want to cook it yourself, huh?"
Cooking with Carl was actually great—he could perfectly replicate any dish just by watching it once.
Without another word, Carl got up and headed to the kitchen.
The kitchen had been magically created by Diwu, its layout identical to a traditional Chinese kitchen.
Diwan followed behind him, clearly annoyed.
Both dishes were difficult—there was no way she could make them well. Carl had clearly said it on purpose, not wanting to give her a chance to show off.
"If you don't cook these well, don't think I'll love you," she muttered behind him.
Carl glanced back. "Your love is too cheap."
Diwan kicked him again and snorted. "Can't have it, so you belittle it—is that it?"
She took some ingredients from the fridge, but most of them came from Carl's personal storage space.
Since his space wasn't affected by time, it preserved ingredients perfectly fresh.
Carl's hands moved like a blur, processing all the ingredients with incredible speed.
Watching his back, Diwan scoffed. "Soulless cooking."
"You can do it instead."
Carl stepped aside, offering her the spot.
"If I could, would I need you?" she shot back. "Hurry up—I'm going for a walk."
She left the kitchen in a hurry.
Carl smiled but didn't stop her.
The mothership was enormous, yet completely empty. The lighting was bright—not dark and eerie like in movies—and energy supply was abundant, all thanks to Carl.
"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" required a lot of time and preparation, while the eggplant dish mainly tested knife skills and cooking order.
Of course, mastering spice was fundamental to every Chinese dish.
Carl combined the ingredients for the soup, placed them into a jar, and set it over the fire.
Then, without waiting, he left the kitchen to look for Diwan.
The ship was simply too big—and with Diwan's poor sense of direction, she was bound to get lost.
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