C391 - 388 You're Done, Please Come With Us.

Twenty minutes later, Luke, who flew to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.

He saw Namor again after such a long time.

The other party was sitting in the corner by the window, with distant eyes, staring at the port outside the window as if indulging in memories.

Before resurfacing, the former King of Atlantis took care of his poor appearance a little.

He washed off the rotten stench and put on new clothes.

The hair that was as dry as a weed, and the greasy beard, which was tangled in a mass, was also shaved clean.

In a word, he no longer looked like a sloppy beggar.

But between the eyebrows, it still retained a declining aura.

"Namor McKenzie."

Luke sat across the table and snapped his fingers, signaling for the waiter to bring a glass of beer.

Besides delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant was also a paradise for beer lovers.

There were over 60 types of brews in the restaurant, which attracted nearby sailors and crew members.

"Superman."

Namor said his name with a hint of bitterness.

He remembered that when they first met, the guy was just a General of the surface country.

And he was the master of the Seven Seas and the King of Atlantis.

The identities of both sides were different, and they weren't equal.

Now, he was a fugitive from Atlantis.

Superman had become the third pole of the world, alone against the powerful existence of the superpowers.

'Sigh... The encounters of life and the misfortunes of life.'

Namor had mixed emotions and felt a lot of pain.

"I'm glad you made the decision to do so."

Luke picked up the beer and gulped it down.

This seafood restaurant had long been covered by S.H.I.E.L.D's agents; the waiters at the front desk and the greeters at the door were all his own people.

The real boss and staff were shivering in the kitchen.

They thought it was a gang negotiation. They were silently praying that there would be no firefight and too many tables and chairs damaged.

"Are you trying to say that you're happy to see me turn into a snitching coward, a coward who betrayed his allies?"

Namor laughed to himself and tilted his head back to drink his beer.

His ability to read the room and understand had always been good.

"First of all, snitching isn't shameful. It depends on the situation."

Luke shook his head. His finger stretched out and knocked on the table.

"According to the information you provided, Selene, the Black Queen, is planning a large-scale massacre against the citizens of London."

"Then, there's no doubt that she's a deranged madman, a butcher who has lost her humanity."

"And you, Namor McKenzie, chose to report it."

"You saved eight million innocent lives. You're a praiseworthy hero!"

Namor was slightly stunned as if he didn't expect his own actions would get Superman's approval.

As a former enemy, he was ready to be ridiculed.

"As for allies? I don't think you and Selene have reached a deep and profound revolutionary friendship, have you?"

Luke grinned and looked at Namor.

Although the Sea King in the comics was worthy of the name, he often hooked up with women.

Moreover, he specialized in prying into the relationships of superheroes and liked to mention the glorious nickname of 'Wife Snatcher'.

However, intuition told him that Namor and the Black Queen weren't rolling in the sheets.

The former King of Atlantis didn't look like a player who wouldn't care about the woman after rolling in the hay.

If there were a real relationship, he wouldn't report Selene.

Besides, the juicing ability of the Black Queen wasn't inferior to that of a succubus.

Even with a strong physique like Namor, once he experienced the feeling, his legs would still become weak, and his face would look pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor said wryly.

When he was in prison, he thought many times about facing Superman when he returned to the surface.

Tit for tat? A standoff? Or another defeat?

He never thought it would turn out like this!

The hated enemy was kindly comforting him, telling him that he shouldn't be burdened with guilt.

No ridicule, no irony, no suppression ...

All this made Namor suspicious.

'Am I too dark and narrow-minded?'

'Making me suspicious of Superman.'

'But the truth is Superman was as open and honest as the outside world saw him?'

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled. He didn't know what the former King was thinking. After drinking the big glass of beer, he faintly said, "We don't have any personal grudges. All the unpleasantness that happened before was just because of our different positions."

"I'm glad that you've learned enough from your mistakes and started thinking independently about what you can and cannot do."

"I will leave the world to those who follow the rules, and if you have learned this lesson, you won't get into any more trouble in the future."

Even though Namor was notorious in the superhero community, he was bored with nothing to do and suffered from severe chuunibyou syndrome, which made the Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D hate him for it.

Especially when it came to hooking up with people's wives and spreading cuckolds, it made the vast majority of people keep away from him.

But that's all for the Namor that may appear in a future timeline.

Luke didn't have too much prejudice against the young King, who had suffered a defeat before him.

The most he could do was use his iron fist of righteousness to convince the other party and correct his personality.

"Okay, that's enough chit-chat."

Luke waved his hand. Namor was now a complete loser and posed no threat to him.

"Tell me, where is the Black Queen? I can ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to negotiate with Atlantis and stop pursuing your escape from prison."

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In Boston, a luxury hotel.

The Black Queen clasped her arms around her chest and squeezed out a deep ravine.

She slightly frowned, inexplicably having an ominous feeling.

"Why can't I sense Namor's presence anymore?"

Selene was anxious. She paced back and forth.

She was confident that with the soul contract in her hand, Namor wouldn't betray their alliance.

Superman was his sworn enemy, and no matter what kind of mentality he had, he could only side with her.

"Humph. When I become a dimensional demon god, I will tear up the soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

The Black Queen made up her mind. She wasn't a philanthropist that would give away the Phoenix Force fragment for nothing.

Rescuing Namor and reaching an alliance was just something she did to get a useful tool.

"If I have enough time, I might be able to be like Chthon, Dormammu in the future."

It was still daylight, but that didn't stop Selene from dreaming.

The ritual of becoming a god was an amazing secret that she happened to get from the 'Darkhold' a long time ago.

The Black Queen hadn't implemented it yet because of her personal ability and the danger it posed.

She was long tired of having her soul locked up in a mortal body.

Becoming a god had become the only goal of the Black Queen.

"Ascension, transformation, and thus eternal life."

Selene took a deep breath as if she saw the moment of her success. She would no longer need to give in to anyone.

Enough to be on par with the Sorcerer Supreme, the God of Chaos, Chthon, and the Lord of Darkness, Dormammu.

Knock, knock!

A knock at the door interrupted the Black Queen's wonderful fantasy.

"Where have you been?"

Selene was relieved when she opened the door and saw that it was Namor.

"I have repeatedly warned you not to run around. You're now a wanted criminal in Atlantis, and S.H.I.E.L.D. may also launch an extensive search."

"We must be careful, never provoke Superman in advance!"

The Black Queen spat out a series of accusatory words.

Namor was silent. He stood at the door and didn't go in.

"What's the matter with you?"

Selene realized something was wrong and stepped back a couple of steps.

"Black Queen, you're done. Come with us."

A hand appeared on Namor's shoulder, then the upright figure appeared.

"Someone reported that you planned a large-scale massacre! This is a crime against humanity, a genocide, and many other charges."

"I hope you can actively cooperate with the investigation. We won't frame a good person, nor will we let a bad person go!"

Selene looked at the tall man who appeared in the doorway and bit her lip.

"Superman!"

She squeezed the name out of her throat.

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In the luxurious hotel suite in Boston, the scene was a bit awkward.

Namor subconsciously avoided the angry eyes of the Black Queen even if Superman called his act of reporting a righteous, legal, and heroic thing.

But facing the complex eyes of his ally, anger, mixed with incomprehension and disbelief, the young King of Atlantis, whose mentality wasn't tough enough, still felt some shame and guilt.

After all, in Namor's turbulent life, this was the first time he had ever done anything like betrayal.

"You really ... surprised me."

The Black Queen gnashed her teeth, full of hatred.

The black mist in her right hand rolled over, and a soul contract suddenly appeared.

Then, the words on the surface distorted and changed, as well as the flame-like patterns.

A smell of sulfur filled the air, and the dense words formed a distorted face.

"Violators of the oath! Punished!"

The eerie, evil voice spread through the room, and a coldness swept out, causing people to shiver.

"Uh ...!"

Namor's expression looked painful, and he covered his chest.

His heart felt like it was being clutched by a large, strong hand that wanted to pull it out and crush it.

"Sorry, Namor's soul ... is temporarily unavailable."

Luke walked into the suite, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

"I'm afraid the gates of hell can't be opened today."

"I promised him that I would make sure he was safe."

Luke held out his hand. A luxurious scepter inlaid with agate and precious stones appeared out of thin air.

That was the embodiment of Set's authority!

He pointed his scepter at Namor, who was kneeling on the ground. His soul was detached from his body.

The mark of death, like a stamp covered with ink, was stamped on the surface of Namor's soul.

The devil's contract, which was lit by the fire of hell, seemed to be blocked by an invisible force and was extinguished in an instant.

"Human! You have sinned against the supreme Lord of Hell! You have taken what belonged to Mephisto!"

The twisted, flaming face, seemingly stunned, revealing a human expression of shock, and turned to threaten.

"My name is Luke. Remember this name."

"So, when you return to Hell, you will be able to explain to Mephisto."

"If the Lord of Hell ... is unhappy, he can ask me for it in person."

"At that time, I will be waiting for his arrival on Earth."

Luke's face looked calm. The ornate scepter, the symbol of death, shot out a sharp aura, shattering the flaming face.

Namor, who was just one step away from death, was like a drowning man who successfully came ashore, gasping for breath and experiencing the feeling of surviving a disaster.

"You're ..."

However, in his eyes, there was an incredible look of shock.

Compared with his own soul almost falling into Hell, Namor was more concerned about the divine power Luke displayed!

'Death!'

The Superman who made himself suffer a brutal defeat was a powerful being who had the authority to rule above the mortals!

"Don't give me that surprised look that only a supporting character has. It makes me feel like the main character in a third-rate novel."

Luke put away his luxurious scepter. He had used the power of death to put a seal in Namor's soul.

The young King of Atlantis's future destination was Luke's underworld.

If Luke wanted Namor to 'report for duty' in advance, it was just a simple matter that could be done with one thought.

This was the power of a god.

They could use their divine power against mortals as they wished within the general framework of the rules of the world.

"Death ... you're death?! "

Witnessing this scene, the Black Queen's eyes were desperate, and even the idea of escape disappeared.

She painstakingly planned and strived for the grand goal for nearly a thousand years, which turned out to be something other people had completed long ago.

Selene was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood when she saw Superman's overly young face.

The other party was less than 30 years old and had already ascended to the throne!

She had lived for nearly a thousand years, and the immortal dimensional demon god was still a tiny distance away from her fingertips.

'Why?'

The Black Queen's chest rose and fell. She had difficulty calming down.

"Madam, do you have anything to say in defense of the multiple charges just now?"

Luke walked up to Selene. His tall figure was like a mountain, putting heavy pressure on the other party.

"I ... want to fight for leniency."

The Black Queen, who felt bitter inside, opened her seductive red lips and finally refrained from arguing.

Her charm was totally ineffective against Superman.

As for the use of beauty to seduce, or deny, weaving lies ...

These were all little tricks that wouldn't be appropriate.

Facing an evenly matched, similar opponent, it may still be useful.

But Superman obviously won't buy it!

Compared with pity, the Black Queen thought that Luke was more inclined to use his iron fist.

"Good, You're still a wise person."

Luke nodded with satisfaction.

It looks like today Superman didn't have to pull out his iron fist.

As he claimed, he was a pacifist who influenced villains with love and educated villains with his fists.

If the situation didn't call for it, Luke was actually too lazy... No, actually didn't want to use violence.

"In view of your good attitude of pleading guilty and the fact that the crime hasn't been committed yet."

Luke, with a straight face, loudly said so.

"As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, I have decided to suspend the original plan of 'shooting on sight' and adopt the alternative plan giving you a lighter punishment."

"But you still have to pay the price for your wrongdoing."

The Black Queen felt the cold fade away and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not only was her forehead sweating, but the clothes on her back were wet, and even her legs were a little ...

"Superman, I heard that S.H.I.E.L.D has a special shelter for mutants, and you had set up a school."

The Black Queen clenched those straight legs, leaned quietly against Luke, and her charming face looked even more charming.

"I can redeem myself by doing good deeds, using my strengths, redeeming the mistakes I made in the past."

Luke frowned, glanced at the silent Namor, and righteously scolded, "Madam, please behave yourself!"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has always emphasized the principle of integrity and honesty within S.H.I.E.L.D. As the Director, I set an example by never engaging in male-female relationships, treating everyone equally, and never playing favorites ..."

In the face of Superman's righteous rebuke, the Black Queen smiled rather awkwardly.

She didn't expect Luke to be so ... shameless!

The first time Superman became famous, he had a scandal with a female warlock.

It was the rumors in the streets and alleys. He was with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s iceberg beautiful commander, Sicily's flirtatious young woman, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, the Moon Goddess of the vampire coven, and so on. It reflected Luke's chaotic and fulfilling private life.

Recently, because of the deep contact between S.H.I.E.L.D and Temple of the Three.

The news was beginning to spread in the underworld that Superman and the Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, had a secret love affair.

He couldn't help it. Once the ink was poured, he couldn't clean his image.

It was like Howard Stark having a meal with a Hollywood actress. The next day, there would be gossip news in the newspaper, [Shocking news! New York's Tycoon Found a New Girlfriend. People have seen them going in and out of the hotel in an intimate manner.]

Even the roadside tabloids, with no moral integrity, would write thousands of articles with erotic content.

"The price I am referring to is your freedom and your life in the future."

Luke didn't know the secret thoughts of the Black Queen. He recited a spell and called Vishanti's power.

Then, he raised his right hand and gently pulled and dragged out the other party's soul.

"It's an insurance policy that keeps you safe, but it's also a shackle that restricts your movement."

Luke used the Death Scepter to point at the Black Queen's dark, dense soul.

Selene, who hadn't reacted at all, saw Superman's skillful use of Vishanti's pure white light and became even more certain of her suspicions.

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After collecting the souls of Namor and the Black Queen into the Underworld, Luke flew straight to Westchester's school for mutants.

A former adversary who was no longer a threat, a mutant witch whose head was full of thoughts of becoming a god.

To be honest, Superman didn't take them to heart.

As for the final disposal ...

Mark their soul and throw them to S.H.I.E.L.D.

An occasional guest appearance as a punching bag and a casual worker would be considered 'waste utilization'.

If he could solve the problem smoothly, there was no need to solve the person who created the problem.

In the classic words of a classic director, even a piece of toilet paper has its uses.

Rational allocation of human resources, squeezing ... Oh no, it should be sending blessings to every employee, was a mandatory task for senior leaders.

For example, the Atlanteans were always reluctant to make concessions on technology sharing.

Such as the underwater fleet, water membrane technology, energy extraction, and so on.

These were cutting-edge technologies that were urgently needed by human beings and lacked research on it, which could make the world take a big step forward and change future prospects.

S.H.I.E.L.D negotiated several times, but the aristocrats were even more difficult to deal with than Namor.

It was always the perfunctory official rhetoric. They were quite tactful in handling things, too smooth to be faulted.

Forcibly seizing and interfering in the internal affairs of Atlantis was detrimental to Superman's positive image.

And to throw a bag of washing powder into the Atlantic Ocean for the sake of technology and start a war on the suspicion that Atlantis was hiding dangerous weapons of mass destruction -- that's too much of a farce.

Now that he had Namor, Luke could send a letter back to Atlantis.

Instead, support the domestic forces, support the restoration of his Kingship, and replace the aristocratic-controlled Senate system.

Whether successful or not, he believed that the elites of Atlantis would understand the consequences of going against S.H.I.E.L.D. and would back off and compromise.

Selene, the Black Queen, not to mention her talent and ability as a mutant.

Her knowledge of black magic alone was far superior to that of most masters.

The Magic Congress needed talents like her.

Luke's standard had always been to strengthen his own side and weaken the opposition.

Fighting and killing could solve most problems, but not all.

'I'm truly a kind and good man. '

Luke, who was flying in the sky, thought so.

As for the Phoenix Force absorbed by these two people, he didn't take it back either.

Because of the complexity of the process, the fragment had already been incorporated into their body, forming a solid connection with the host's life.

If he wanted to take them, he would either have to blow their heads off with a hammer or waste a lot of energy and time.

Luke didn't bother and just sent them on a mission to collect the other Phoenix Force shards.

Not to mention the two Phoenixes together, even if all five of them were combined, they wouldn't be a match for Superman.

Luke didn't have to bother to extract their Phoenix Force for his own use.

Then again, the largest fragment of the main body was still in his hands, ready to be given to the White Queen an unexpected extra surprise.

"In the teams of the studio next door, there was a special Suicide Squad who gathered villains and criminals."

Like a human supersonic aircraft, Luke drew out a cone-like cloud of sonic booms.

"I'll make a copycat version. It should be fine."

Compared to Amanda Waller, who needed to control them with a miniature bomb implanted in their body, he could even omit this step.

He just had to mark their souls directly. If they failed in their mission and died, they would return to the underworld.

They would work for Superman before their death, and continue to be a tool after his death, and continue to shine.

They were a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. in life and a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. in death. They dedicated their life, and their next life, to Superman.

Luke couldn't help laughing when he thought of Namor and the Black Queen, who would live this life of dedication to death.

In this way, the power of death was simply a wonderful weapon for the capitalist.

Boom!

With all his strength, Luke soon crossed the city and reached his destination.

Like a cannonball, the man landed on the school playground, sending up a huge cloud of leaves and dust.

Perhaps due to the harsh effects of the mental attack, the formerly busy school was somewhat deserted.

In order to prevent Charles from waking up and losing control of his talent and ability, the White Queen, the Principal, temporarily transferred the students to a nearby town.

"Emma, you don't look good."

Luke first went to the Principal's office to ask for details.

The White Queen, who was sitting behind her desk, looked like she hadn't recovered from a serious illness. There was a heavy weariness in her eyes.

"My previous attempts to enter Charles's consciousness and calm his restless, agitated negative emotions were overwhelmed by the child's immense potential and the unknown power. I was struck back."

Emma's voice sounded weak.

With her arm resting on the table and her forehead propped up, it seemed like she could pass out at any moment.

She looked very depressed and appeared to be badly injured.

"As I have said many times, don't just enter the consciousness of a psychic. You could get hurt, or you could be assimilated and devoured."

Luke said with a serious look on his face.

He walked up to White Queen and quietly took out the main shard of the Phoenix Force.

"I'm just worried about Charles. He's my student. I have to take responsibility."

After this period of adjustment and learning, Emma had gradually settled into her role and was fully committed to her career in education.

Even if she could shield herself from the mental attack in her diamond form, she still chose to enter Charles's consciousness to heal him.

This was a qualified Principal and a qualified teacher.

"I understand your mood, but you should consider the consequences before you do anything."

Luke said a few words which were less about blame and more about the concern.

The White Queen obediently nodded, indicating that she would be careful next time and wouldn't do it again.

She may seem like an iceberg, but when it came to Superman, she was always passionate.

"By the way, Emma, before visiting Charles, I have a present for you."

Luke opened his palm, and a gorgeous flame crystal appeared in front of the White Queen's eyes.

"This is?"

Emma's eyes became misty as if she was completely captivated by the Phoenix Force.

The twisting, floating, illusory flames were mesmerizing.

The energy emanating from it fluctuated as if it was an intimate call.

"The culprit that made Charles lose control and the perfect gift for a mutant."

Luke released his control, and the Phoenix Force shard flew towards the White Queen on its own accord.

Compared with Superman, this ancient force preferred mutants.

Moments later, the flame crystal was attached to Emma's forehead and disappeared as if it melted.

As if the floodgates were opened, power poured into the White Queen.

Subconsciously, she took the diamond form, her skin glowing brightly.

"Charles is too young. That's why his natural abilities are out of control."

Luke stroked the White Queen's cheek. The diamond beauty felt cold to the touch.

"You're different. This power can make you the most powerful psychic in the world. You can control it."

Superman's voice seemed hypnotic. White Queen felt sleepy, and her consciousness gradually relaxed.

It was as if she had been immersed in warm water. Her spirit was nourished, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

"It's time to go and see Charles."

Luke carried the White Queen into the office lounge and then went to the medical room on the ground floor.

Charles was lying in a transparent chamber, in a comatose state, with uncontrolled psychic fluctuations that slightly vibrated around him.

"One, two ... gather all the Phoenix hosts and summon the Phoenix Force?"

Luke counted the hosts he had found, shook his head, and laughed.

He used magic to communicate with the Phoenix Force in Charles.

In the mind's eye, the diminutive flaming Phoenix saw the intruder and immediately spread its wings and attacked.

The mental impact was like a rainstorm that swept through Luke's soul.

"Behave yourself!"

Luke, with the help of the pure white light of Vishanti, conjured a huge palm and slapped the flaming Phoenix.

Snap!

The force formed by that fragment was like a plucked chicken being pinned to the ground, squawking and too afraid to move.

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The Phoenix Force didn't harm the host. Charles's talent suddenly got out of control because he couldn't harness the sudden, powerful energy.

Luke slapped the flaming Phoenix in his mental world onto the ground, solving the problem in the simplest way possible.

Sure enough, when the Phoenix Force, the dominant force, became poor, weak, and helpless, Charles's mind regained control of its body.

The child lying in the transparent cabin slowly opened his eyes.

The gleaming flames of the fire gradually faded away and disappeared.

"Mr. Principal."

Charles looked surprised when he saw Luke.

"What happened? All I remember is ... my head hurts like it was going to split open, and then I heard a jumble of voices. It sounded like a lot of people were talking in my ear ..."

Charles, a good student, had a puzzled look on his face, just like an alcoholic who woke up with a hangover and couldn't remember anything.

The pictures in his mind were fragmented; he couldn't put them together.

All he remembered was that he was chatting with his sister Raven, and then he passed out.

The back of his head still hurt a little, as if he had been struck with a dull stick.

"It's all right."

Luke opened the transparent chamber that served as a protective measure and touched Charles's small head, reassuring him.

"Charles, just think of what happened as a ... nightmare. Now that you've woken up, the terrible memories can't hurt you anymore."

As an honorary school trustee and a positive figure, Luke patiently counseled Charles to prevent the future Professor X from falling ill.

It would be a headache if the latter, like the young Jean Grey, were to become evil and develop a negative persona due to the shock.

The Dark Phoenix manipulated things on a molecular level, crushed and annihilated matter, and achieved the goal of destroying the world.

But if Professor X, the most powerful brain in the world, were to be taken over by an evil personality and manipulate the world's human consciousness, it would be easier than ever to stage an American version of 'Yuri's Revenge'.

"Don't reminisce about the past. It will only bring you pain. You should look far and try to look ahead."

Luke was serving the young Charles a hot steaming bowl of pep-talk.

As we all know, whether they were superheroes or super villains, they would have some kind of psychological problems.

Heroes needed to experience growth, hardships, and trials.

Villains would go on the wrong path because of their miserable childhood and unfair treatment.

Therefore, Luke thought that the most necessary department of S.H.I.E.L.D should be the psychological counseling and rehabilitation center.

In order to do so, he approached Congress's Budget Committee and requested a large sum of money to finance the start-up of the project and its construction.

But considering the superheroes, most of the supervillains had basic settings such as 'a genius', 'multiple degrees', and 'a master psychologist in every sense of the word'.

He had no choice but to give up and use the funds to improve S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents' personal life, purchase housing, and so on.

As for those supervillains who had psychological problems, Luke felt that it might be more straightforward and effective to continue with the character modifications with the iron fists of justice.

"Raven?"

Charles accepted the pep-talk and felt that his heart was purified and his haze was swept away.

"When I passed out, I seemed to hear her calling my name!"

Luke smiled. He didn't expect the future Professor X to be a sis-con.

"Raven is fine. You have a rest first. In a few days, Ms. Frost is preparing for the Class President election in a few days. You're the best one among the junior students. She has great confidence in you."

At the mutant academy, not many classes were currently in session.

There was probably a mix of younger students who had just started school and older students who were in their senior year.

Charles's talent, ability, and personal qualities were excellent. Besides, he was also a psychic. It made sense that the White Queen would appreciate him.

"By the way, there will be a new student in the junior class later. I hope you can show him the ropes and build up a friendly relationship."

Luke had a strange smile. When Magneto entered the school, he was sure that kid and Charles would have a different kind of spark.

Love ... No, the friendship between classmates should be cultivated from a young age.

"New classmate?"

Charles was a little curious.

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...

A few days later, Magneto -- Erik, was packed, delivered to New York, and finally collected by S.H.I.E.L.D.

The sender was Agent Zero of the Task Force, as well as Namor and the Black Queen.

They teamed up together to catch Erik, who had escaped.

With rubber bullets, tranquilizer injections, and two Phoenix hosts, it was easy to take on Magneto, who was still a child.

"Not obedient? Emma, this is normal. All rebellious children are like this."

White Queen continued complaining over the mobile phone. Emma claimed that the child named 'Erik' was the most stubborn and difficult student she had ever met.

Luke smiled. Erik, who had been sent to the mutant academy, was a lot of trouble compared to Charles, the good boy.

Having been insecure since childhood, Magneto had already made two consecutive attempts to flee the country.

Although they all ended in failure, this behavior caused strong resentment from the White Queen.

In addition to this, Erik was often involved in physical confrontations with his classmates.

On the first day of school, Charles, who offered an olive branch of friendship, was beaten and got a black eye.

The reason was that Charles inadvertently mentioned the Jewish massacre, concentration camps, and other keywords.

Erik himself happened to be Jewish and was imprisoned in Auschwitz together with his parents.

Charles was simply dancing in a minefield, uncovering people's bloody scars in one fell swoop.

"You can use Erik's competitive nature to create a sense of belonging to the school and to the mutants."

Luke helped out. He had little experience in education.

Countless stubborn villains and misguided villains were 'convinced' by Superman, each crying out bitterly and reflecting on their crimes.

"Isn't there an election for Class President in the junior class? You can get Erik to participate, arouse his idea of not admitting defeat, and integrate him into the collective group spirit."

Luke spoke eloquently. He looked confident.

"Yes, with or without support, just let him do it. As long as he takes the initiative, he will put his guard down and feel the good camaraderie among his classmates..."

In fact, what he wanted was to use Charles's deep feelings to convince the rebellious and chuunibyou Erik.

After all, the Professor and Magneto's friendship wouldn't be out of date in any parallel universe.

"By the way, remember to send me a copy of the video."

Luke had a smile on his lips, looking forward to the tit-for-tat between the two.

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Mutant Academy, Class President election.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Erik Lehnsherr... from Class One ..."

Erik stood on the platform and introduced himself.

His real name was actually 'Max Eisenhardt'.

During World War II, the family changed their names to escape capture and purging by the Third Reich, which led to the name 'Erik Lehnsherr'.

"I can't hear you! Your voice is so low! You want to be Class President with such a small voice...?"

Raven, who was sitting below, booed.

She glanced at her brother Charles's black eye, groaned twice, and looked upset.

As an active member of the junior class, plus a lovely and lively sister, Raven had some influence in the student body.

She took the lead, and others echoed.

"Come again?"

"Say it again!"

"I can't hear you at all!"

Erik held the speech he had written, his lips pursed, and looked at Charles, who had said nothing, with hostility.

'It must be this guy!'

He remembered that the Principal, Ms. Frost, said if he could become Class President, he could lead the mutants in the future.

Selected by the Phoenix Force, he was fully qualified to be the savior of his suffering compatriots and bring them to a better future.

Class President was just the first step!

There were even more difficult challenges and trials ahead, waiting for him!

As Luke said, the best way to deal with a chuunibyo is to be as chuunibyo as he was.

Erik was convinced by the 'mutant savior' argument.

His parents died in a concentration camp.

From a young age, he suffered a lot of hardship and misery, as well as the rejection of others and indifference.

And then he was blessed by the Phoenix Force.

Wasn't that worthy of being the protagonist?

"My name is Erik Lehnsherr, and I'm a freshman in the junior class! I have the confidence to lead everyone ..."

Erik spoke in a louder voice as the inner thoughts flickered away.

His eyes were always staring at Charles, sitting below.

This rich boy with his shiny hair, suit, and leather shoes was his biggest rival.

"Good! Very energetic!"

Charles didn't realize that he had been regarded as a rival. Instead, he took the lead in applauding to diffuse the awkwardness of the new student.

'Hypocrite!'

Erik, who stepped off the podium, didn't buy it.

...

...

Not to mention the fated collision of frenemies at the mutant academy, Luke was in Washington, D.C., when he received a message from Kamar Taj.

The Kamar Taj of the other universe!

The content was very simple --

"Sorcerer Supreme, return quickly!"

The sender of the message was Stephen Strange.

Transmitted by the Vishanti.

'What's the matter? How long have I been away? '

Luke slightly frowned, tapping his fingers on the table.

Personally, he didn't want to be a fireman, to save the world when he had nothing better to do.

That's what Superman of the studio next door would do.

But Luke was sitting in the position of the Sorcerer Supreme, enjoying the generosity of the Vishanti.

If he quit at a critical moment, it wouldn't seem right.

'Let's wait and see. Maybe Strange can work it out himself."

Luke considered that he was too busy with the Phoenix hosts and the integration of Hydra to take time off.

So, he lit up a message in pure white light and sent a reply.

[The Sorcerer Supreme you are calling is currently busy. Please try again later.]

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With Vishanti as the messenger, Luke flung this perfunctory message to Stephen Strange in the alternate universe.

If the other person didn't stop and continued to harass him, he was ready to reply --

[I'm dead, pray for me.]

Stephen Strange wouldn't be too deranged to disturb the peace of a dead man.

The reason Luke acted so casually was that if there had been some huge crisis that Kamar Taj couldn't handle, Vishanti would have dragged him over there.

The fact that this group of dimensional gods could still take it in stride proved that things weren't urgent enough for the Earth to explode and the universe to restart.

'The Federal Bureau of Investigation doesn't handle burglaries, and there's no need to call in S.H.I.E.L.D. for domestic violence... Similarly, Superman shouldn't be alarmed by trivial matters. '

Luke turned his seat and looked at the Potomac River outside the window, as he thought:

'If Strange wants to be a qualified Sorcerer Supreme, he should learn to face troubles and solve problems by himself. '

After a few moments of distraction, he went back to his work.

As a powerful presence in the world, Luke was really busy, and the world needed him to deal with many things.

Otherwise, making a trip in the name of a business trip, it was not impossible for him to meet the superheroes of other universes.

...

...

Earth-91 of the Marvel Universe, privately certified by Superman, not an official name.

Kamar Taj, Central Hall.

Strange's soul leaped to the Cauldron of the Cosmos; he was puzzled by the message conveyed by the Vishanti.

"The Sorcerer Supreme is busy? Talk later?"

'What's the Supreme Superman doing?'

'Can it be more important than saving the world?'

Strange was a little puzzled and hesitated for a moment.

His spirit returned to the Cauldron of the Cosmos and sent out a message for help.

After a while, he got a reply.

[I'm dead, pray for me.]

'This?'

'You were busy just now, and now you're dead?'

'Isn't this a little too quick to die?'

'Could Sorcerer Supreme be implying that his soul accidentally fell into Hell and was waiting for rescue?'

Strange's soul returned to his body and slowly opened his eyes, ending his meditation.

Confused and with a bit of worry in his eyes, he then looked at the Eye of Agamotto that was enshrined above.

This was the token that only the Sorcerer Supreme could hold. Luke didn't take it away before he left this universe.

Because the Infinity Stone could only work in this universe, he left it with Stephen Strange and allowed him to use it.

In this way, Strange, who had the Eye of Agamotto, could deal with all kinds of problems in Kamar Taj alone, without disturbing him.

His calculation was very good.

But there were surprises in everything.

Through the Eye of Agamotto, Strange was able to glimpse the terrible events to come and sent a trans-universe message to Luke for help.

'Superman didn't respond, so what should I do next?'

The young master in the Cloak of Levitation was confused for a while.

He scratched his shiny head - Strange's hair had been thinning since he started his career as a combat master, and he had sought all sorts of recipes for hair growth and nourishment to no avail.

Later, because he couldn't bear the trouble of losing his hair every day, he shaved his head and joined the 'strong man' team.

'I just saw a vision from time and space. Even if I tell the Avengers, they wouldn't believe it. '

Strange was very worried. He had been practicing his spells with the Eye of Agamotto yesterday, but it was as if he had been given a glimpse of a fragment of an apocalypse in the future.

The earth fell, and the Avengers died one after another.

Asgard collapsed, Odin fell, and blood flowed in Asgard.

It was like the legendary Ragnarok had suddenly arrived!

'But how can I stop the crisis by myself?'

Strange walked out of the central hall. Luke, who took over as the Sorcerer Supreme, wasn't in this universe. He and his Master Mordo were in charge of everything in Kamar Taj.

The latter mainly managed the three sanctums, which was the business of preserving the human world and exterminating the creatures of Hell.

The former dealt with the internal work in Kamar Taj, which was generally relaxed and leisurely.

'I better talk to Wong...'

Strange arrived at the Master's quarters and couldn't help but twitch his nose, catching a whiff of the aroma of hot pot.

He pushed the door open and saw Wong having a drink with a one-eyed man.

On the table, bottles of Red Star Sorghum Liquor tilted to and fro.

Wong spoke with a slurred tone as if he had a big tongue and could fall over at any moment.

Looking at this situation, it was clearly nearing the end.

Glug glug glug!

"Another!"

The one-eyed man gulped down and motioned for Wong to pour another cup.

"Thor, why are you here again?"

Strange was speechless as he recognized Thor, the God of Thunder, who had accompanied Superman on his visit.

"Loki has returned to Asgard. You should go to Asgard to look for her."

Thor was very happy to see Strange enter the room. He warmly invited the other party to sit down and drink.

He was just caught off guard when he heard the name 'Loki'.

The burly, muscular, powerful one-eyed man's smile froze as if thinking of something sad.

A few minutes later, Strange, sitting next to Thor, looked helpless.

He had to put up with the other side crying like a dissatisfied housewife about how his sister Loki had abandoned him and threw herself into the arms of another brother.

"I was so kind to Loki. I even gave up the opportunity to return to that universe, leaving Asgard's people behind, to take care of her."

Thor's shoulders stirred up. He drank the Red Star Sorghum Liquor, burping out a strong scent of alcohol.

"But what? I didn't get anything! She left me without a word and said she only had one brother, the future King of Asgard, the one who stayed in Asgard's Palace!"

"Strange, tell me, what makes that bastard better than me, apart from the fact that he has one more eye than me?!"

'He probably has one more father, one more mother, and one more sister than you ...'

Strange thought silently.

Considering this answer may further stimulate Thor's emotional breakdown, he wisely chose to remain silent.

"You're Thor, and he's Thor. Why should you be jealous of yourself, angry with yourself, and envy yourself? "

Strange comforted.

"Me? Envy him?"

Thor pounded the table, shaking the dishes and greasy plates to the ground.

"I'm much better than that reckless, selfish, and ridiculous bastard! I'm mature, smart, wise ... Do I need to envy him?"

Strange realized that he had put his foot in his mouth and quickly explained, "Right, right, Thor, you don't need to at all."

After speaking in good conscience, he subconsciously glanced at the three layers of rings on Thor's stomach.

He thought, 'Thor, the Thor of this universe, was at least a handsome man with eight pack abs.'

Unless Loki was blind, how could he look up to a fatty?

"Thor, why don't you go to the palace and talk to Loki about it?"

Strange asked softly as he slid a few slices of beef into the hot pot.

"I tried, but ... Heimdall shut me out."

Thor was particularly frustrated, turning grief and anger into appetite, burying his head, and eating like crazy.

"He said that Odin closed the path to the Nine Realms and didn't allow any outsiders to enter Asgard!"

"This is an unprecedented event. Even when the war with the Dark Elves and the Frost Giants broke out, Asgard kept the Nine Realms open."

Strange, who was eating beef, paused, suddenly remembered the vision he saw. The first step into the crisis was the closure of the gates to the palace!

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After comforting Thor, who was heartbroken and bitter, Strange hurried back to the central hall to take away the Eye of Agamotto, which was enshrined on a stone platform.

And then, with a quick stride, he entered Kamar Taj's library.

He had just caught a glimmer of inspiration in Thor's words.

Odin closed the gates to Asgard and sealed off the interior and exterior of the palace, apparently anticipating the crisis.

Thinking about what he had seen in the vision, Strange couldn't help but deduce that all that might happen in the future was because of Asgard.

"In the name of Hoggoth!"

"In the name of Oshtur!"

"In the name of Agamotto!"

"All-Seeing Eye!"

"Open!"

Strange held the Eye of Agamotto, the supreme artifact, in both hands and placed it between his eyebrows, reciting lengthy spells in his mouth.

The metal casing, overlaid with countless forbidden spells, slowly opened up like a miniature maze, revealing the emerald green stone.

Strange took a deep breath, and his whole body slightly rippled like water waves.

The original Time stone suddenly sank into his eyebrows, just like a third eye-opening.

This was the 'All-Seeing Eye'!

A superior spell written in the Book of Vishanti!

"Asgard!"

Strange's expression looked painful as he clenched his teeth and struggled to hold on.

He wasn't as powerful as the Ancient One, who could use the Eye of Agamotto at will.

Even with the blessing of Vishanti, Strange still felt like he was carrying a huge mountain.

Not only was it difficult to walk, but even breathing was extremely difficult.

"The crisis comes from Asgard! From Asgard's palace!"

Strange looked back at the past, and countless streams of light passed before his eyes; the broken images were like floating bubbles.

He didn't dare to look any further for fear of being dragged into them.

From there, his spirit might explode, and his consciousness might collapse.

Even the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't go back to every corner of history and observe every bubble fragment.

Omnipotence was a great power that only God was worthy to possess.

If ordinary people got their hands on it, it wouldn't lead to a good end.

"Frost giant ..."

Strange saw Odin, the God-King at his peak, riding an eight-legged horse and fighting Laufey, the king of the Frost Giants.

The golden legions of Asgard were like a rumbling torrent of steel.

The frosty blue giants charged with their fearsome, frost-covered weapons.

The two sides fought to a standstill.

"Not this one!"

Strange continued backward and soon reached the Dark Elves' point in time.

Odin, the God-King who once led Asgard against Jotunheim, who was just a Prince, under the wings of his father, King Bor.

"Hmm, who is he?"

Strange narrowed his eyes.

He stood on the upper reaches of the river of history, observing a wave thrown downstream.

At that time, the army of Dark Elves ravaged the Nine Realms, intending to turn the entire galaxy into chaos.

King Bore of Asgard united the forces of the Nine Realms to fight against Malekith.

The Dark Elves led by the latter were so powerful and invincible that they had no rivals.

Malekith, who was arrogant, didn't care about other races.

So, at the risk of becoming the public enemy of the Nine Realms, he carried out his own terrifying plan.

This was how Asgard rose up!

And the tragic war that followed!

At the side of King Bor were two tall, imposing young men, one on the left and one on the right.

The one on the left, with blond hair and a tough face.

Like a marble statue carved with an ax, full of masculinity.

There was also a vague resemblance to Thor, the God of Thunder.

The one on the right, standing on top of the head of the serpent...

Waist-length black hair, holding war hammer.

Cool temperament and cold eyes.

"King Bohr has two sons. Odin has a brother!"

Strange seemed to have discovered a secret. He approached him as if he were dragging a progress bar, controlling the Time Stone.

The woven circle reversed backward.

The past suddenly ceased to retrace back and began to move forward.

Sure enough, the picture that Strange expected appeared.

'The King's successor was not Odin. King Bor chose his brother. '

He said to himself.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. His robe was gradually soaked.

The emerald green glow of the Time Stone rippled violently, layers after layers.

As if oblivious, Strange continued to watch the changing scene in the bubble.

Asgard, in the middle of the palace.

The people of Asgard gathered outside the palace to prepare for the new King.

Odin's brother, the black-haired young man, took the scepter from his father.

Putting on the golden helmet of the King and his battle armor, he looked formidable.

And then Odin, who led Asgard to power and became the Lord of the Nine Realms...

Was just standing in the crowd, silently watching the scene.

Strange continued to drag the progress bar with a sense of understanding.

As soon as the picture turned, the dark-haired young man who became the King turned against his younger brother, Odin.

"You can't kill me, even if you sacrifice one of your eyes, even if you have been given the almighty power of the Runes!"

In ruins, the black-haired youth fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his wounds.

Odin, the winner, said nothing, and his emotions were unreadable.

"I will curse you, my foolish brother! I will take revenge on you and make Asgard bleed!"

In the face of his brother's vicious words, Odin's face was expressionless.

Raising Gungnir with both hands, without hesitation, he thrust it down!

Bang!

The bubble exploded!

The consciousness of Strange's soul was swept into the turbulent river.

There was a thunderous boom in his ears, and the light receded backward until it was dark.

"Is he dead or not?"

Strange was as angry as a reader that was interrupted when reading a novel.

It was so close to solving the suspense, but then the plot came to a screeching halt, which was a real turn-off.

"Odin's brother, the King of Asgard..."

Strange ended this journey back in history by covering his chest and calming his overloaded heart.

The Time Stone, transformed into the third eye, reverted back into an artifact, its emerald-green glow retracting like flowing water.

Strange, recovering a little strength, began to rummage through the ancient books about Asgard.

He stayed up all night, immersed in the vast history, trying to harvest clues.

The sun broke free from the horizon and peeked out, sending out the first rays of the morning as the eastern sky started to turn white.

Strange rubbed his red eyes with a look of concentration on his face.

He found the history hidden by Asgard and also found the truth concealed by God-King Odin.

"The Serpent, Cul, the God of Fear!"

Strange murmured the forbidden name.

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Turn back the clock to a day ago.

"You want to find Red Skull's secret fortress!?"

Baron Zemo of this Earth-91 looked at the man in front of him with a strange look.

Looking from below, the person was wearing military boots.

Dark leather trousers wrapped around long, toned thighs, creating perfect lines.

A belt around the slender waist made the originally sultry figure even more exaggerated.

Pistols, grenades, daggers ... All sorts of strange weapons were hanging from them.

Keep moving your eyes, and you'll see the fullness of the headlights coming out.

There was no doubt that this was a beauty that could make men's hormones boil -- if only Baron Zemo hadn't seen that face!

The skin appeared to have been completely peeled away, leaving only the dark red flesh and bones, which appeared horrific.

Not to mention sexual interest, a normal person would be scared to death and scream at the sight of it.

It was so creepy and scary!

Such a unique and terrifying look was reminiscent of a villainous leader active during World War II.

The Red Skull!

Captain America's nemesis!

One of Hydra's leaders!

"Yes, I can feel the eyes of destiny, a force calling me, guiding me!"

The woman with the crimson skull spoke confidently.

Her name was 'Sinthea Schmidt', daughter of Red Skull.

"Your father has been dead for so long, can he still give you hints in your dream to continue the fight against Captain America by restoring Hydra?"

Baron Zemo snorted with a touch of sarcasm.

Red Skull was one of the leaders of Hydra, but his daughter was not.

It wasn't enough to lead Hydra.

"Of course not. My father never really cared about his daughter."

Sinthea shook her head and sneered.

"He always wanted a son, a blond, tall, and strong Aryan son, to inherit everything."

"Baron, I'm afraid you don't know. When I was born, my father's first thought was to -- kill me!"

"Without hesitation, he wanted to kill an infant baby."

"Later, it was his deputy, a woman called Susan, who stopped the ruthless and great leader."

Sinthea had no emotion in her eyes, neither hatred nor warmth.

"I was brought up by Susan, and I was taught that the weak are not worthy of living. I have to be strong, stronger than anyone!"

"My father died, he was defeated by Captain America, Hydra lost its leader, and in order to gain power, I didn't hesitate to become like my father."

A coldness rose in Baron Zemo's heart, and he withdrew his contempt.

There's nothing a woman can't do when she can give up the beauty she cared about most.

"But you lost, too, when the Avengers wiped out your Sisters of Sin, and you managed to get your life back."

Baron Zemo held his arms around his chest. He was now the biggest villain in the universe, occasionally popping up to give the Avengers something to do.

"My father is right. Strong people are qualified to live. He is too weak, so he lost to Captain America."

Sinthea grinned, a maniacal look in her eyes.

"But he has made me a stronger and perfect person than him -- Red Skull!"

Baron Zemo's throat rolled twice. He saw a familiar shadow on Sinthea.

"What's your plan?"

For a moment, he took the initiative to ask.

Hydra's current situation wasn't good.

During World War II, Captain America defeated Red Skull and dismantled some of the organization's forces.

After a long period of rest and recuperation, Baron Zemo and his party regained their strength.

But little did they know that the Avengers would be formed, and the superheroes would push themselves into the gutter once again.

Hydra urgently needed a new leader, a new force!

If Sinthea showed enough ability, then Baron Zemo wouldn't mind voting for her.

"I learned a story buried in the past, an unknown secret."

Cynthia said meaningfully.

"Baron, I need your help."

"My father is like a rat digging holes everywhere, with strongholds all over the world."

"And what I'm looking for is the Book of the Skull. It has an Atlantean's skin for its cover! It's kept in an Egyptian underground fortress!"

Baron Zemo thought long and hard. He had a copy of Red Skull's map in his hands.

It was marked with many hidden strongholds secretly built during World War II, some of which had long been abandoned and some of which were still in operation.

And what Sinthea said about the underground fortress in Egypt, Baron Zemo happened to know.

"I hope you won't let me down, Ms. Red Skull."

Baron Zemo lowered his hands and said so.

...

...

A few hours later, a fighter jet landed in the Egyptian desert.

Baron Zemo found the specific location and opened the underground fortress. The unpleasant smell of decay and obsolescence overwhelmed him.

"Mechanisms, valves, air circulation systems, all of which are in good working order."

Sinthea walked behind and watched Baron Zemo open a stone door.

"It's a miracle that any tomb raiders hadn't unearthed it!"

Egypt had a large number of pyramid tombs, which were always a favorite haunt for tomb raiders.

"Not without, but they're all dead."

Baron Zemo kicked a bone under his feet and entered the interior of the underground fortress.

There were tattered flags hanging on the walls in four places, the symbols of the Third Reich.

At the very center, on the steps of the platform, was a sarcophagus.

On top of it was a dusty book with a blue cover.

This was what Sinthea was looking for!

"This is human skin?"

This was also the first time Baron Zemo came to this underground fortress. Red Skull had built so many secret strongholds during his lifetime, Zimo couldn't verify them all.

"Bingo! Made from the skin of an Atlantean. It's part of the ritual so that the spell inside can take effect."

Sinthea blew away the dust, picked up the book, and turned to the middle page.

"What's in it?"

Baron Zemo asked curiously.

"The power to rule the world!"

Sinthea laughed loudly.

On the page she opened, there was dense, obscure, and strange writing.

...

...

Turn the clock back to February 1942, when Germany was in its infancy.

"Why haven't you finished yet? Don't we have enough sacrifices?"

With his hands behind his back, Red Skull, with a grim face, asked.

A few thunderbolts flashed across the sky as dark clouds covered the sky.

Then there was a dull thud and a downpour of rain.

On the lawn of this manor, complex lines were drawn with blood on the ground with blood from the Atlanteans tied to the cross.

Several priests-like figures in robes, with their faces covered under hoods, kept chanting spells and holding their hands up as if they were praying to heaven.

"Soon, soon, Mr. Schmidt."

The priest replied.

"I spent several months killing an entire gypsy tribe for this extinct and unknown language and taking the risk of angering the Sea King, taking away a group of Atlanteans."

Red Skull's voice revealed a serious sense of impatience.

"And I'm only doing this because the Thule Society said I could get the power to rule the world from it!"

"Now, tell me, where is the power that is so unimaginably strong that it is worthy of the gods?"

The hooded priests clearly felt the cold killing intent, and they were scared to death.

They were all members of the Thule Society, which was regarded as the predecessor of the Nazis.

Founded back in 1918 by Rudolf von Sebottendorf.

Hanns Hörbiger's 'World Ice Theory' was popular at the time -- the idea that the universe began when many 'ice stars' collided with each other, exploded and then recombined.

Correspondingly, the first races of creatures to be born on earth were the 'Atlanteans' and the 'ugly humanoids'.

This new and avant-garde perspective had gained popularity among young people in Europe, especially among the highly educated aristocracy.

Later, Rudolf von Sebottendorf, who founded the Thule Society, combined this theory with the theory of racial superiority and came to the surprising conclusion that 'Aryans are descendants of Atlantis, born with extraordinary blood, while the Germans were of Aryan descent.'

The Thule Society was the predecessor of the Nazis because many of the high officials of the Third Reich participated in it, even the swastika, which came from the flag of the Society, representing the Aryan victory and the belief in Surya, the Sun God.

The Fuhrer himself was a staunch supporter of Rudolf von Sebottendorf's views, so he didn't even equip his soldiers with enough cold-proof equipment in the war between Germany and the Soviet Union in 1941.

Because he believed that as an Aryan, descendant from a very cold place...

German soldiers must have inherited the ability to resist the cold, just like 'Frost Giants'.

As a result, in the Moscow War alone, 170,000 Germans froze to death.

Of course, this was a rumor that had been circulated and couldn't be verified. There's no way to tell whether it was true or false.

But the Fuhrer was really obsessed with all kinds of occult things and even believed in the existence of werewolves and vampires.

"It's coming! The power will come from the sky!"

The hooded priest, who was on the verge of falling to his knees, said in ecstasy as he saw the dazzling light that sped through the hazy clouds.

As soon as the man's words stopped, a thunderbolt as thick as an anaconda tore straight through the night sky and came down.

"Instead of landing in front of me, it flew elsewhere."

Red Skull said in a cold tone.

"Priest, tell me the location."

As the lightning bolt swept along the low altitude, the Hydra leader did feel an unspeakable power.

Otherwise, he would surely have hanged all the hooded priests before him as if they were charlatans.

"The South Pole! It landed on the glacier!"

The priest, holding the magic book made of bloody Atlantean skin, shouted.

...

...

A month later, after a long trek, Red Skull finally found the place where the thunderbolt had fallen.

On the snow-covered hard ice, a large crater was opened, and the heat of the friction melted the outer shell and condensed it into frost.

Red Skull stood on high ground and looked down.

"I thought the so-called 'power to rule the world' would be an army, or a ... god, but instead it's--"

"A hammer! A broken hammer that can't be pulled out and can't be used!"

Red Skull snapped a hooded priest's neck and snarled, "Tell me, what's Hydra supposed to do with this? Smash Captain America's head in?"

"Mr. Schmidt, it's extraordinary! My soul can feel it, and it contains enough power to sweep the world away!"

The priest struggled to defend himself, quickly saying, "We just need time to understand it and harness it."

"That's good."

Taking a few deep breaths, Red Skull quickly regained his composure.

He took one more look at the hammer, which he couldn't even pull up himself, and then took off.

"Before the problem is solved, no one of the Thule Society people is allowed to leave this glacier. Until someone can pick it up!"

...

...

Back to the present.

The South Pole.

"This is Adolf Hitler's Thule Society, the last resting place of the gods and goddesses."

Sinthea, the daughter of Red Skull, walked into the glacier 70 years later.

She brought Baron Zemo with her and opened the gates of the fortress in a forceful manner.

Inside, there was no one but decaying white bones.

The long period of time had destroyed everything, along with the ambitions of the Third Reich, the great plans of the Hydra, and buried them altogether, not to mention those of the Thule Society.

Boom!

The bomb blew open the metal door of the security room.

"My father ordered the Thule Society to reside here to study the hammer that fell from the sky."

"No one has ever been able to pick it up. Red Skull tried it, but it didn't succeed."

"It's said that even the Fuhrer himself came here once. The mustached guy tried to pry open the ice and dig it out but failed."

Sinthea slowly walked into the security room. Frosty white air spread out.

In the intense cold, she saw the frozen hammer.

'It's so perfect!'

'So powerful!'

"Then what makes you believe you can own this hammer?"

Baron Zemo, wearing a winter coat, asked doubtfully.

'Red Skull failed. How could his daughter do it?'

"Because I saw it in a dream. A great serpent surrounded this hammer, and it said I would be the queen of this world and would kill Captain America with this hammer, and then--"

Sinthea spoke in an almost dreamlike manner, her eyes only looking at the frozen hammer and nothing else.

"The Serpent also said, 'Fear descends, gods retreat'!"

Sinthea, daughter of Red Skull, held the war hammer in both hands and read the ancient words on it --

"Only the worthy can wield the Hammer of Skadi!"

A dazzling burst of light washed over the area as if it were a tidal wave.

Baron Zemo subconsciously closed his eyes as a horrific force reverberated through the security room.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, the hard ice cracked, and the whole fortress was shaking.

"Fear descends, gods retreat!"

A hoarse voice came out of Sinthea's mouth.

She was holding the Hammer of Skadi in both hands, wearing green metal armor as if she had descended into the world as a Valkyrie!

Meanwhile, in Asgard's Palace.

Odin, the God-King sitting on the throne, let out a long sigh.

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Human joys and sorrows aren't interlinked - This is a famous quote from a master in the East.

Together with Romain Rolland in the West, he was known as 'The Golden Treasures of Essay Writing.'

When we don't know who said a quote...

Or we remember a quote but don't remember the original author…

Then we write linking names to it.

When Strange in the Earth-91 was scratching his head over family relationships in Asgard...

Superman, in Earth-1024, was calm.

The citizens of New York live and work in peace and contentment and have lived a quiet life.

No masked heroes, no evil villains.

The only thing to worry about every day was probably the international situation on TV and newspaper headlines.

However, due to the existence of Superman, the world that should have been shrouded in the shadow of nuclear war was now sunny on the surface.

The three-sided powerhouse structure turned out to be the most stable.

Polarization may lead to a bad nuclear war, with two gamblers at the same table, desperate to place all their chips on the table and be the last winner.

But after the third pole appeared, the situation was different.

The two superpowers could only develop silently.

Whether it was an arms race, the Warsaw Pact, or NATO, they were all repeatedly testing the waters at the edge of danger.

Because they couldn't be sure which side the most powerful man on the planet was leaning on.

Placing all their chips on the table wasn't a wise thing to do.

'This year's Nobel Peace Prize should be awarded to me. '

Luke sat in S.H.I.E.L.D's office, thinking of the embarrassing award with shady elements, which was so much more gilded than the real gold it contained.

Its popular candidate was either a war monger, such as the mustached Fuhrer.

Or the British Prime Minister, such as Winston Churchill.

Or the President of the United States, from Hoover to Roosevelt, and then from Truman to Eisenhower.

Citing the comments of later generations, it was rare to see an international award with 'politics' so obviously written on its face as the Nobel Peace Prize.

It's just that Luke thought about it for a moment...

He thought it was possible that he was in the first tier, and the award fund should be in the upper tier.

As long as the President of the United States didn't have anything better to do than throw laundry detergent into Atlantis, initiate war, and provoke conflicts, then he had made a great contribution to world peace.

Therefore, Mr. Trump, the 'Nobody knows this and that better than me' blowhard nomination, was well deserved.

'I wonder what's going on at Strange's?'

Since Luke replied to the two messages in a row, Strange didn't bother him anymore, as if his mobile phone was in remission.

This made him think on the bright side, that the crisis might have been solved or that the universe might have exploded.

Either way, it meant he didn't have to do anything.

'A mature Sorcerer Supreme has to learn to face it alone. '

Luke smiled and silently cheered for Strange.

He then opened the report on his desk and scanned it for a few minutes.

This was about the progress of Hydra's integration.

Baron Strucker and Dr. Zola reached a consensus, formed an alliance, and began to suppress other factions.

When facing Superman, they couldn't insist. Whitehall and Madame Viper were replaceable.

They were all acquaintances and old friends, so naturally, they had to strike hard.

Hydra was good at fighting external battles but excellent at fighting internal battles.

Especially Baron Strucker. After joining S.H.I.E.L.D, he cleaned up his act and turned over a new leaf.

He demonstrated amazing commitment and enthusiasm for his work.

In less than a month, with the help of S.H.I.E.L.D, several secret Hydra strongholds were destroyed in succession.

They also dismantled a series of safe houses and intelligence networks in North America, Eastern Europe, and Japan.

With his outstanding efficiency and ability, he was qualified to be selected as one of S.H.I.E.L.D's 'Top 10 Employees' this year.

'I can ask Howard to make a 'Hydra Killer' award for the Baron later on. '

Luke was quite satisfied.

His plan was fruitful.

Sure enough, only Hydra could deal with Hydra.

With Baron Strucker's efficiency, it wouldn't take long for his Kryptonian ship to arrive.

If it were Captain America, they wouldn't have made any progress in the next 3 to 5 years.

Villains didn't need to worry about means and reputation.

But superheroes were different. There were many things to consider.

Casualties, property losses, compliance with international laws, violation of rules and regulations from S.H.I.E.L.D, and so on.

Luke was brainstorming while working on the documents.

Moments later, he suddenly lifted his head and looked into an open portal in the void.

Magical sparks pulsated as a portal emerged out of nowhere.

A bald master, dressed in white robes, appeared before his eyes.

"What can I do for you, Master Ancient One?"

Luke narrowed his eyes and asked softly.

The Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar Taj was always on the lookout for things to do.

If he was right, the odds were that it was also for Strange of the other universe.

"I have been asked to invite you somewhere."

The Ancient One cut to the chase. She didn't beat around the bush.

"I almost wanted to ignore it, and I didn't intend to cause you any trouble."

"I hate owing people favors, especially the ones that ... are hard to repay."

"However, the situation is critical and dire, so I have to ask for your help."

The Sorcerer Supreme shook her head with a wry smile. If it weren't for the Vishanti, she wouldn't have visited Luke.

After all, Superman wasn't Dormammu, whom she didn't have to pay for what she owed.

"It seems that the Vishanti are going to give the task of saving the world."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up. The Sorcerer Supreme was implying that he should be the one to put out the fire in the other universe this time.

He had no idea what insurmountable difficulties Strange had encountered and needed to call upon him.

"Before I say yes, I have a question."

Luke tapped his finger on the desktop and asked, "You're also the Sorcerer Supreme, and you are the number one fighter for Vishanti. Shouldn't this kind of work be given to you? "

The Ancient One gave her opponent a blank look. 'What do you mean by 'fighter'?

For the sake of being a colleague, the bald master didn't mind it.

"To put it in terms that you can understand, the federal-state police will not interfere with the work of Interpol."

The Ancient One explained.

"Otherwise, why else would Vishanti make you the Sorcerer Supreme of that universe?"

"Only then will you be eligible to intervene."

"Countless parallel universes, countless boxes of different sizes. Random interference, enter and leave at will, will cause terrible catastrophes."

Later, the Ancient One added, "Don't act so helpless. Working part-time for the Vishanti isn't too shabby."

"You don't have to sign a slave contract. You don't have to clock in and out every day. You're much freer than I am."

Perhaps because they were now colleagues, the Ancient One's attitude was lighter than before.

From her words, it was easy to see the sorrow of being a contracted worker.

"Well then, let's say it's a business trip."

Luke nodded. The Sorcerer Supreme seat was not as comfortable as he expected it to be.

As the Ancient One said, he didn't sign a slave contract, and his relationship with the Vishanti was a normal transaction.

If he didn't want to, no one could force him to.

"Give my regards to the other one for me. Forget it. I think he's retired and on holiday."

The Ancient One shook her head and smiled. Her heir wasn't born yet.

The Sorcerer Supreme withdrew her thoughts and raised a finger.

Under the dazzling white light, she directly opened a portal across the universe.

Boom!

The entire space shattered open!

Luke only felt he had blinked, and he wasn't on Earth 1024 anymore.

There was a cacophony of voices, calls, screams, and a hail of gunfire and smoke.

The ruins beneath his feet were so hot that they looked like flowing lava.

A cloud of white smoke billowed up and out, obscuring the view.

Roar!

Sound waves vibrated!

Like the roar of a prehistoric creature, it swept away the rolling smoke from the ruins.

A large figure filled Luke's vision.

He was a titan, full of strength and power.

In his right hand, he held a metal war hammer in the air and roared in a fury.

"Get out of my way!"

The titan looked down at the strangers in ruins, and without saying a word, he swung the metal hammer and smashed it down.

He was eager to kill!

Thirst for Destruction!

He was --

Kuurth!

Breaker of Stone!

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Before Superman came.

Manhattan East River.

Alcatraz.

It was used to hold the most dangerous super-criminals in the world, and it was also the headquarters of the Thunderbolts.

Since the appearance of S.H.I.E.L.D and the establishment of The Avengers, all kinds of masked heroes had emerged one after another.

Some were born into poverty, but by accident or by chance, they embarked on this legendary path.

Some were born with a golden spoon in their mouths and became celebrated superheroes thanks to their genius and financial resources.

For whatever reason, the world was seeing an increase in the number of righteous men and women carrying out vigilantism and dealing with criminals.

Correspondingly, super-criminals were springing up like mushrooms after the rain.

Generally speaking, the Avengers was only responsible for international disputes and world crises.

They didn't have time to deal with street thugs, and urban gangsters.

Arms traffickers, international crime syndicates, human trafficking, and so on.

If there were a demand, there would be opportunities.

This was the time when vigilantism emerged.

Daredevil, Iron Fist, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Punisher ...

They were famous vigilantes.

These people once teamed up together to form 'the Defenders'.

Their main activity area was in New York's 'Hell's Kitchen' and the surrounding areas.

The target of the attack, in addition to Marvel Universe's Kingpin...

There were also gangsters and gangs in the area, such as the Hand society.

Later, the membership changed several times.

Some newcomers joined, and some old people dropped out.

Luke Cage, a black hero who was one of 'the Defenders', was recently recruited by the government to replace General Ross and became the leader of the Thunderbolts.

This was a special task force similar to the Suicide Squad from the studio next door.

Luke Cage specifically selected criminals from Alcatraz and then led them on dangerous, undisclosed, and secret missions that could never be made public.

Cain Marko, the 'Juggernaut', was part of this team.

In this universe, he was the stepbrother of Professor Charles.

As a general explanation, Juggernaut's father was interested in the Professor's mother's wealth, and the Professor's mother appreciated Juggernaut's father's manners and good skills.

The two were looking for warmth, a lonely man and lonely woman, hit it off... and stepped into a marriage.

As a result, Juggernaut and Charles became stepbrothers.

For what it's worth, he wasn't a mutant -- that's how the movie universe set it up.

Juggernaut's powers came from the dimensional demon Cyttorak.

In an archaeological dig, he discovered the 'Crimson Gem of Cyttorak that the Lord of Oblivion placed in this universe.

That gem gave Cain Marko endless strength and a large, indestructible, and hard body.

That amazing defense power could even resist Thor's Mjölnir and Wolverine's Adamantium claws.

It's just that Juggernaut's strength fluctuated, depending on Cyttorak's mood.

This led to a very uneven record. He was sometimes strong, sometimes weak.

At his peak, he could fight head-to-head with the Hulk, but when he was weak, even the Punisher could beat him.

"Juggernaut, you have a new mission."

Today was no different than usual for Cain Marko.

Like other criminals, he stayed in solitary confinement, enjoying TV, newspapers, fried chicken, and beer.

Then his leader, the dark-skinned, hard-hitting, muscular man, would give him an assignment.

Successful completion would give him the opportunity to let off steam, or some of his requirements would be met.

For example--

A sumptuous meal from a Michelin chef.

A striptease by a pole dancer in the red-light district.

And so on.

As long as it wasn't too excessive, it would basically be approved.

"I need new gym equipment, and the ergometer that was delivered last week is broken again."

Juggernaut said in a muffled voice.

He was a mountain of flesh, nestled in a custom-made sofa, watching Chaplin's 'Modern Times'.

After becoming Cyttorak's thug, Cain-Marko's body shape greatly changed.

Standing at 2.87 meters tall and weighing nearly 2,000 pounds, he was a small giant.

"No problem, I'll report your request."

The Alcatraz guard spoke with a smile.

Of all the super-criminals in prison, Juggernaut was one of the easy-to-talk-to types.

The guards opened the iron door of the cell and stepped on a stepladder to remove the restraint from his neck.

"The higher-ups are waiting in a meeting, so hurry up and get over there."

Juggernaut reluctantly looked away and turned off the TV.

The mountain-like body took steps on the hard-concrete floor, giving the impression that the ground was shaking.

He took the elevator all the way up.

At the ground floor of Alcatraz, in front of several off-road vehicles, stood Luke Cage, Brock 'Crossbones' Rumlow from Hydra, and other unknown guys.

Judging from the uniform and personal appearance, it appeared they weren't good people.

"Juggernaut, this time you're ..."

As the leader of the team, Luke Cage was about to assign a task when he heard a thunderous explosion.

When everyone looked up, they saw a bright flame falling from the night sky.

It was as if thunder had struck the Earth as if meteorites were grinding against the atmosphere.

"Start the primary defense ..."

Luke Cage's face paled. He tried to get the prison to raise its energy shield to stop the onslaught of external forces.

The dazzling fire came crashing down with unstoppable force!

Boom!

A huge explosion shook Manhattan!

The East River kicked up waves several feet high!

The entire island of Alcatraz was like a bumpy boat that almost capsized.

By the time the smoke had cleared, Luke Cage's dazed consciousness was gradually waking up, and his eardrums were buzzing, and there were faint sounds of muffled voices.

He shook his head vigorously and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Juggernaut..."

On the grounds of Alcatraz, the only remaining person that was standing was the titan-like figure.

Luke Cage waved to him, indicating that the other party should go into the center of the explosion to see what it was, which almost sank the entire island.

Juggernaut nodded, the small eyes peeking out of his helmet flashed with a hint of caution.

"A hammer ..."

Cain Marko saw an object that fell from the sky. It wasn't a thunderbolt nor a meteor.

A heavy, round, blunt hammer!

Why would a hammer fall from the sky...?

Juggernaut's brain couldn't figure this out.

Cyttorak gave him the brute strength of Hercules but also took away his already modest intellect.

What made Juggernaut slightly better than the raging Hulk was that he was able to communicate normally rather than smash anyone in his sight with fists.

"Hammer ..."

The more Cain Marko looked at the hammer, the more he felt an uncontrollable urge to keep it for himself.

"It's for me!"

For no reason at all, Juggernaut came up with this idea.

He reached out his hand, touched it, held it tight, and then raised it!

An unprecedented power-filled Juggernaut's body, creating a violent urge to smash and destroy everything.

The hammer held in his right hand, as if it were alive, spoke to him.

Constantly urging and ordering him.

"I am -- Kuurth! Breaker of Stone!"

Juggernaut's mouth uttered some strange, obscure syllables.

If Thor was here, he could definitely understand it. This was a language derived from the Runes used by Odin, the God-King of Asgard.

"I will destroy the world for the Serpent!"

Juggernaut's consciousness was chaotic, completely dominated by the pitch-black figure.

Even the Crimson Gem of Cyttorak's light retreated to the other side.

He raised his hammer and slammed it down on a figure that appeared in front of him!

Bang!

The hammer carried enough terrifying power to sink the island.

But it could only land above the man's head, but it couldn't move an inch!

It seemed that there was an invisible wall blocking it.

The mighty force that shattered all things was blasted along the man's body and into the ruins beneath his feet.

The prison suddenly shuddered and sank down.

The hard outer shell of the mixed vibranium developed cracks that expanded into a dense spider web.

Luke Cage, who had just gotten up, was struck by the impact and fell to the ground again.

"The Serpent Cul? One of the eight Worthy?"

The young man, who had appeared out of nowhere, spoke indifferently. There was a glint of surprise in his eyes.

It turned out that Strange asked for his help because Odin's brother, the Serpent -- Cul, the God of Fear, had been awakened.

"I'll smash you! I'll smash you..."

Juggernaut saw the man unharmed and acted as if he was seriously provoked.

He repeated his sentence and swung the hammer again!

Orange lightning wrapped around the hammer, forming a thunderbolt as thick as a python.

The atmosphere shook with a booming sound, and a high-temperature thunderbolt that could melt gold and iron was unleashed.

The young man who entered the area looked unperturbed as he slowly rose up with his feet in the air.

The seemingly small fist collided with the all-crushing, all-destroying hammer, sending out a terrifying aftershock!

The overflowing ripples rolled outward like a tsunami.

Above Alcatraz, it looked like a category 12 typhoon.

Luke Cage, who was invulnerable to guns and had an incredible defense, was tossed out in a matter of moments.

His strong muscles were aching as if he had been hit by a high-speed train and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at the dangerous and unapproachable battlefield where the light exploded, a flash of fear rose in the black hero.

Half of the solid shell of the prison island had been melted away.

Where the Juggernaut stood, it had sunk several meters deep.

If it hadn't been thick enough, it would have been torn through.

The most unbelievable thing was that the man who confronted the hammer fought with his fists!

No damage!

No discomfort to be seen!

"Crushing everything, breaking everything... You don't deserve this hammer."

Ignoring Juggernaut's shocked look, Luke's Heat Vision swept right across his opponent's right hand.

The hard body that could even resist Adamantium, like a red-hot knife slicing through butter, was easily and smoothly sliced through.

The hammer fell steadily into Superman's hands.

Although it kept struggling, it couldn't escape Luke's palm.

He swung the hammer and smashed it into Juggernaut's head!

Bang!

Bang!

A huge bang!

Juggernaut's steel helmet instantly shattered into pieces.

Boom!

Another hammer blow!

Juggernaut's seven orifices bleed and ripped through the prison island like a cannonball, falling into the Hudson River below.

"The followers of Cyttorak have great vitality and wouldn't die so easily."

Luke looked down at the beaten Juggernaut, sinking to the bottom of the river like a lump of iron, and grimaced.

With the power of the Lord of Oblivion, he wouldn't be able to kill him with just two blows.

Superman casually threw the mind-bewildering, spirit-corrupting Hammer of Kuurth to the ground.

Looking around, he opened his mouth and asked, "Can anyone take me to the Avengers?"

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The dense smoke and fire of explosions from the island rolled up and lit up half of the night sky.

In the affected areas of Manhattan, the lights were still on, and the parties were still going on.

The inhabitants of New York in this universe had long since passed through the invasion of the Chitauri fleet, the street battles between the Sinister Six and Spider-Man, and the Avengers battle against the Hulk ...

They were used to masked weirdos flying overhead and also used to a doomsday scene where the sky could fall at every turn.

The television news reports of bank robbers battling police and terrorists setting off bombs didn't make a dent in the hearts of New Yorkers.

What had they not seen?!

The only people who could match this were probably the people of Tokyo in Japan.

The explosion of the isolated prison island was loud, but the songs and dances continued on the banks of Manhattan's East River.

The more daring ones had already raised their phones and started recording videos to upload on their personal social networking software to attract followers.

"I hope S.H.I.E.L.D. will arrive sooner."

Luke Cage looked at the almost paralyzed power facilities and defense system. His expression was unreadable.

He was able to conceal his emotions perfectly.

Although the Thunderbolts belonged to the Pentagon, Alcatraz was S.H.I.E.L.D's property, which was used to hold dangerous criminals.

After the Juggernaut's ordeal, a huge amount of money was needed to rebuild and restore it.

There was no telling how much chaos could be caused by criminals who took advantage of this opportunity and escaped.

When the accountability came down, it would probably be a headache.

"Excuse me, who are you ..."

Luke Cage leaned in.

He was quite discerning. He saw Superman hammering the Juggernaut straight into the bottom of the Hudson River.

He understood that the other party was a big man whom he couldn't afford to offend, so he had to be careful in what he said and refrained from taking a tough stance.

'A passing Sorcerer Supreme. '

Superman, who was also named Luke, would have liked to answer like this.

But before he opened his mouth, dozens of transmission portals appeared behind him.

Magical sparks outlined the portals and cut through the voids.

"Kamar Taj! The three sanctums!"

Luke Cage's face changed, and his eyes focused.

On the left side of the portal were masters in vintage robes, while on the right side were a group of ... masters in armor, carrying chains and axes.

Although their style wasn't uniform, the large number of people created a strong presence.

"How did they get here? Is that hammer a magic artifact?"

Luke Cage, with his role as a government watchdog and superhero, had been gaining ground in recent years.

His status had improved significantly.

Some time ago, the Avengers were accused by many civil groups for lacking black members, women, and LGBT people.

They considered it a form of discrimination!

Especially Captain America!

In this universe, after Steve Rogers abdicated, his good friend Bucky took over.

The crowd thought that the shield, the symbol of America, should be handed over to a black man.

They launched a poll for this purpose, and the candidates were Sam the Falcon, Black Panther, Blade, and Luke Cage.

There was no denying that with the advent of the new century and the popularity of the internet, politics had become an issue that the superhero community couldn't get around.

Therefore, despite being a second-rate vigilante, there was no comparison to the top-notch internet traffic of Iron Man or Captain America.

But Luke Cage could still become the leader of the Thunderbolts, replacing General Ross, and share some information with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Like the existence of Kamar Taj and the three sanctums, he basically knew some things.

Those masters were aloof and rarely asked about worldly affairs.

Why would they come to Alcatraz?

Luke Cage was confused. Then, under his gaze, a master, shrouded in a veil of mystery, walked up to Superman --

"Welcome back to Kamar Taj, Sorcerer Supreme!"

Hiss!

The loud, neat sound underlined the extreme embarrassment.

Luke's mouth twitched as he drew in a breath of cold air.

He looked to the smug Strange and Mordo, who said nothing, and got the answer.

He thought to himself, 'Has this guy been reading way too many "I'm The Strongest Son In Law" books?'

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Luke quickly stretched out his hand to interrupt, fearing that Strange had also prepared an embarrassing line like 'The three-year period has ended, Sorcerer Supreme, please take over Kamar Taj!'

"Strange, why are you here?"

He beckoned and motioned for the other party to come forward.

"Sorcerer Supreme, are you surprised?"

Strange chuckled, seemingly quite pleased with himself.

He had asked Thor. The alternate universe's God of Thunder, who was becoming increasingly chubby, explained that Luke paid attention to ostentation and extravagance, and it would be better to prepare a welcome ceremony.

"Please, can you do something normal? The Sorcerer Supreme is not a mafia boss, so what's the point of calling a bunch of people over?!"

Luke wanted to swing the Hammer of Kuurth and smash Strange into the bottom of the Hudson River and let him keep Juggernaut company.

But when he saw the shiny head glowing at the top of his head, he felt a bit soft-hearted.

After all, it was he who led Strange down this path of strength.

Strictly speaking, he was also the guy's teacher.

How could he do that to his own apprentice?

"Just this once."

Luke waved his hand, indicating that the people should disperse and not gather here.

"By the way, you came just in time."

Their sudden appearance was a bit like police officers, who only came to clean up after a gunfight.

Before, Juggernaut had almost demolished Alcatraz, but Strange and Mordo didn't show up.

By the time Luke had stepped in to solve the problem, they 'arrived just in time'.

Not bad for a positive group!

Even their late arrivals were so similar!

"There was a bit of traffic today."

Strange scratched his bare forehead and spoke awkwardly.

He was the first to receive the news that Luke had crossed the universe and appeared in New York.

But with the Hammer of Kuurth in hand, the senseless Juggernaut wasn't to be messed with, so naturally, Superman was left to deal with it.

"Back to Kamar Taj, or...?"

Seeing the return of Sorcerer Supreme, he hastened to present the Eye of Agamotto that hung around his neck with both hands.

"Go and meet the Avengers first and discuss countermeasures."

Luke accepted Kamar Taj's supreme weapon with a calm look on his face.

Through his encounter with Juggernaut, he somewhat knew what had happened.

The God of Fear, the Serpent -- Cul, was the brother of Odin, and the original King of Asgard.

It was said that the three Fates had two prophecies that troubled the most powerful man who had conquered the Nine Realms.

The first one, Ragnarök!

At that time, the flames would awaken, the world would shatter, and the people of Asgard would be buried in the void.

The second one, Thor's death!

Odin was unable to kill Cul and had to seal him in Midgard, in Earth's deepest sea.

Before that, his brother had cast a curse in the name of the God of Fear, and that power had finally condensed into a prophecy.

The Serpent Cul would be slain by Thor, who would also die by the venom of his fangs.

This was one of the reasons why Odin sealed off Asgard and closed its palace.

He had only one son, Thor!

Loki was originally adopted, and his blood was impure. Therefore, he couldn't succeed to the throne.

His eldest daughter was rebellious, disobedient, and a war-monger who would only lead the country to ruin.

Despite Thor's muscle-brained and reckless nature, Odin couldn't find another suitable candidate.

In addition, he was old and had long stopped 'making people', having another one was really beyond his capacity.

"The eight hammers forged by the God of Fear have found their owners."

Strange warned.

Those who inherited the power of fear from Cul were collectively known as the 'Worthy'.

Each one of them could compete with Thor!

"Not to be feared."

Luke assessed the powers displayed by Juggernaut and grimaced.

If it weren't for Asgard's prophecy, he would have swum down to the deep sea and lectured the Serpent Cul on being a god with his fists.

Even Odin couldn't kill him, so Superman was probably out of luck too.

The so-called 'prophecy' was more like a rule of some kind.

It was hard to break, and it was hard to avoid.

Similar things were found in Greek mythology and Norse mythology.

For example, Odin's 'patricide', 'Ragnarök' would come.

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