Chapter 2009: Ignite the Strange Dream in Your Heart (Part 2)_1

The superheroes in the room looked at each other, unsure of what Nick was talking about. Eventually, the experienced Captain America spoke up, asking, "So someone wants to buy our image rights for profit?"

"Not buy out," Nick shook his head, "You are living, breathing people, and naturally, you are the first owners of your image rights. So it's impossible for anyone to buy your image."

"The details of the cooperation are still being discussed, but I must ask you about your intention to work together. After all, if this project really starts, it would definitely be a big one. The negotiation period will be calculated in years. Don't worry about the details, don't you know me?"

Steve immediately laughed, saying, "That's the least of my worries—you wouldn't let us lose out."

"But obviously, this matter is not that simple." Shiller shook his head, "Is it a good thing to turn superhero images into entertainment? What kind of impact will this have? Will it cause harm? These are things that need to be evaluated."

"The way we cooperate is very important," Nick said, "We can't just let them find any director to make the superheroes the way they want them to be. That would greatly mislead the public and it's not beneficial for the image of superheroes. Any use of the image must be supervised."

"Sounds stringent—will they be willing to comply?" Stark asked, propping his head up with one hand, "Disney is a big company, unmatched in entertainment and cultural dissemination."

"Like I said, what they want to manage is a real-life IP, money can't solve everything. If you guys don't want to sell, they can't do anything."

"I still see them as being all about Mickey Mouse," Steve thought for a moment, "I know, it might seem outdated, but their animation is pretty good."

"That's why I came to talk to you," Nick put his hands on the table, "Disney's big enough and has much experience managing this kind of IP. If it were a smaller company, this plan wouldn't have reached you."

"For those reasons, we should be cautious," Matt added, "This company has a powerful legal department. If any disputes arise, we might not have the upper hand—plus, they have control over public opinion. If anything happens, it could easily impact the image of superheroes."

"So we haven't yet decided to cooperate—whether to cooperate and how to do so is up to you. In my opinion, it's worth a shot." Nick said.

The young superheroes in the back began whispering amongst themselves, their excitement obvious—they were more familiar with the company than the older heroes. Upon hearing that Disney might produce films about them, they couldn't contain their excitement.

"We don't have to decide in this meeting." Nick held out his hands, "But the head of the other party, in order for us to better understand their corporate culture, has invited us all to tour Orlando Disney World."

The back of the room erupted in deafening cheers, while the adults in the room sighed together. They didn't say that they thought visiting Disneyland was childish, but they needed to consider their current situation.

Battleworld had just opened up, and every universe was busy organizing manpower to analyze its rules, in order to gain benefits for their cosmos and the organizations they belonged to.

Everyone originally thought that Nick would care a lot about this issue. Now it seemed that although he did care, not entirely—surprisingly he still had the leisure to organize a group trip.

Nick sighed, "This is the first large-scale group activity since the establishment of S.H.I.E.L.D. Everyone must participate, no leave is allowed, all your expenses in the park will be reimbursed by the park. At least half a month must be set aside to carefully examine their corporate culture—a full month is also fine."

Now they knew why Nick was so leisurely—the key was "all expenses will be reimbursed by the park". Nick and Shiller were similar—they both had a disease where they felt they would die if they didn't take advantage of free goodies.

"Upon returning, everyone must write a travel report, including the feeling of visiting each park. Don't write anything less and don't muddle through it. Most importantly, talk about the efforts S.H.I.E.L.D. has made to maintain your physical and mental health. It's the end of the year, don't make my year-end report to the Congress difficult."

There was a vivid contrast between the sighs and the excited chattering at the back.

In the end, Shiller asked, "Free activities or group tour?"

"Of course free activities. All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents above level six are going. I need to keep an eye on those young agents to prevent them from going crazy. I won't have any time to take care of you."

"By the way, you can bring family members. Report the participant names to me within three days. No waiting after the deadline."

Nick finally hit the table, "We'll gather at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters at 7 a.m. on Friday. A charter plane will take us to the destination. Make sure not to be late."

"Also, this is not an exclusive tour, so you will inevitably encounter fans who recognize you. Be nice to them, especially you, Tony. If a fan wants to take a picture, you absolutely cannot look impatient."

Nick glanced at his watch, "You have four days to prepare. Arrange your work well, then go have a good time in Disneyland for half a month. Alright, meeting dismissed!"

When Shiller left the room, he heard Stark complaining to Steve, "How old are we this year? We're being led to an amusement park. What's there to ride in those Ferris wheels and merry-go-rounds? Only snot-nosed kids like these things."

"But I heard that Orlando Disney World is the largest Disneyland in the world. It should be a bit different, right?" Steve said, shrugging his shoulders, "There's nothing wrong with going for fun. I almost never went to theme parks."

"Really? So you've never been on a merry-go-round?"

"I'm not sure if the merry-go-round in the amusement park inside the park is the same as what you're imagining, but I only rode that one—I went with my dad when I was a kid."

"Huh, was it only one level? The real merry-go-round has two levels, some even have three—the first level is horses, the second level is all kinds of cradles, the third level is small horses for kids, the ceiling is painted with angels, there are all kinds of light bulbs on the dividers of each level..."

"Don't you know a lot about amusement parks?"

"Ahem… my parents took me when I was a kid, but when I was very young. Wouldn't adults queuing for the carousel be really embarrassing? I don't want to hear those rugrats calling me uncle."

"But you could go with Pepper, aren't you two planning a wedding? I heard Disney weddings are very romantic, you might even be able to set off fireworks on the castle with your Mecha."

"Cut it out, they wouldn't agree."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

The conversation slowly quieted, or perhaps the two had moved away. Shiller waited at the door for a while before Nick finished packing up and came out. Shiller grabbed him and asked, "How many people can a family member bring?"

Nick looked him up and down and said, "Theoretically, you can't bring too many, otherwise it would look like you're taking advantage."

Shiller snapped his fingers, saying: "Got it."

Ten minutes later, Lucifer who was drinking tea in the Sanctuary sprayed a mouthful of water in disbelief at the voice on the phone:

"Inviting Superman and Batman to Disneyland? Shiller, do you want to listen to what you're saying?!!"

"I invited Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent, and of course Diana Prince. They're not superheroes yet, are they? Does that mean everyone with that name can't go to an amusement park?"

"You mean the Justice League from your universe?" Lucifer took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stain on his chest and said in some amazement, "That seems to make sense, but why did you think of this all of a sudden?"

"I thought you looked pretty bored, so I invited you and them along. That way, you can bring them over. The other angels can't stop you from accepting a friend's invitation to go traveling. In this way, you can get out of the boring guard duty in Heaven. It's a win-win situation." Shiller switched the phone to his other ear, conversed while writing medical records.

Lucifer immediately became interested. He sighed and said, "Currently, most of the dualists have returned to their respective realities for recuperation. There are few players left, so the matches can't start. Owen is working on a new list of participants, but it will take at least a month for the game atmosphere to return to normal."

"So, this just fills the gap, right?" Shiller handed the finished medical record to the nurse next to him, sat back on his desk and said, "Have you been to an amusement park?"

"Yes, last time Angela's child was clamoring to go, so I accompanied them. To be honest, only races that can't fly would enjoy building machines that toss themselves into the sky for a spin. What is the point of that?"

"But I heard from Bruce that you quite enjoyed swinging in Eden."

"That was when I was a child." Lucifer immediately defended himself. "And those amusement devices are nothing like swings. They're electrically operated. You can't ask anyone to stay with you on them. That's why I said it's pointless."

"So, God usually pushes you?"

"Occasionally, He's very busy."

"So are you going or not?"

"I begrudgingly agreed."

"You don't have to begrudgingly agree. Maybe I should invite Gabriel?"

"Forget it, didn't you forget his shedding issue? He had a hundred and forty pairs of wings before the swings, but not a single one left afterwards. That would greatly damage the image of angels in the children's minds."

"So, it's settled then, see you in three days. How you get here is up to you."

After hanging up, Lucifer sighed. It was then he realized a hand was on his shoulder. He looked back, and it was Uriel.

Lucifer quickly spread his wings, but Uriel ended up saying "You're going out with your friends? Go ahead, we've got this covered."

While Lucifer found his sudden understanding strange, he rushed towards the portal anyway.

"You just let him go like that?" Michael, standing behind Uriel, also wondered why the usually stern and fair Archangel was being so pleasant all of a sudden.

Uriel also sighed, "His daily ins and outs of Heaven in a biker's jacket do more to damage the image of angels in everyone's minds."

Michael patted him on the shoulder again.