"Damn it, Loki, you bastard!!"
Bruce Banner cursed endlessly.
Too damn stupid!
Compared to the Loki of the original history, this Loki could absolutely be called intelligence crushing.
He didn't choose that idiotic way of taking Earth like in history.
He even counted Saitama in.
Loki… truly worthy of being called the cunning Trickster Prince!
Loki's laughing figure flickered and disappeared.
Meanwhile, Fury and the others all showed expressions of men ready to die.
The engines roared at maximum power, heading into space, while the screens instantly released signals.
Multiple tactical nuclear warheads locked in.
The countdown kept shrinking.
"Natasha, we need to immediately seize control of this warship, otherwise these nukes will leave no one a place to be buried! Even Earth will be affected!"
Bruce Banner said heavily, his muscles already bulging.
The situation was more troublesome than expected.
"I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
Natasha smiled.
The battle was already one-sided. All the surrounding agents and soldiers had raised their guns at them.
Fury, Coulson, Stark, and the others all glared at them.
"Leave these to me, I'll deal with the trouble!"
Bruce Banner roared, transforming into the 773-pound Hulk.
But now he clearly could perfectly control his emotions, no longer a beast deliberately wrecking the ship.
Boom—
Steve charged with his vibranium shield, but Hulk smacked him away with a slap, sending him crashing through the battleship's wall.
"Sigh, so troublesome. Stark, Steve, if you're still clear-headed you'd better just stay down, I don't want to fight you now."
Yawning, Saitama sat lazily inside the ship. Last night he had stayed up too late gaming with Ourei and Saturday Special Sale, playing until midnight.
The three of them didn't even know how they fell asleep, leaving him drowsy now.
Natasha: "…"
Even now he could yawn and avoid attacks.
Saitama.
And those nukes were still ticking down!
Steve and Stark's eyes struggled.
But it was clear.
Though the Trickster Prince was weak compared to them, he still counted as a strong one.
Hope's energy blasts weren't something ordinary Stark could resist. Steve was a little tougher, but stunned just the same.
"Barton, it's your turn, right?"
Saitama turned to Hawkeye with his bow drawn.
Clint's body trembled.
A rare trace of clarity flickered in his eyes.
Not because of anything else—
But because Saitama had beaten him so badly last time he was left with a psychological shadow.
"I… I… Lord Loki's command cannot be disobeyed. I will follow him to the death!"
Only a moment of struggle.
Thump—
Three special arrows shot out.
At the same time, soldiers pulled their triggers, bullets raining down.
"Let's go, Natasha, leave this to Saitama!"
Hulk decided instantly, grabbing Natasha and charging through the storm of bullets.
He didn't want to cause Saitama any extra trouble.
"Sigh, too many annoying things."
Saitama.
In midair,
Saitama didn't move, leisurely scratching his ear.
Glancing at the screen, about forty seconds remained until nuclear strike.
"Forget it… let's finish this quick."
He twisted his neck, completely ignoring the bullets.
The constant ding-ding-dang-dang was just twisted bullets falling off his body.
Ordinary Jumping Back and Forth!
Step step step step step~~~
A terrifying scene unfolded.
The entire control hall filled with countless Saitamas, all seriously jumping side to side.
If you thought Saitama had no group attack skill, you'd be wrong.
In just one second—
Fury, Coulson, and every ordinary person collapsed.
One moment bullets filled the air.
The next, the room was silent.
[Ding! Congratulations, you defeated the mind-controlled Fury, contribution +80]
[Ding! Congratulations, you defeated the mind-controlled Agent Hill, contribution +32]
[Ding!]
The system prompts kept ringing.
On Saitama's mission panel, contribution points skyrocketed.
Not bad, even knocking people out gave points.
Stark and Barton stared at Saitama.
"A bit troublesome. No choice but to take you down."
Stark retreated, activating all weapons: repulsors, shoulder scatter launchers, arm modules.
The Mark 7 entered full-power mode.
"Stark sir, your condition is abnormal. I recommend you stop attacking Saitama sir! Stark sir…"
JARVIS's loyal voice sounded.
"Shut up! JARVIS, who makes the decisions—you or me?"
Stark roared.
"Of course you. Although Saitama has equal clearance, I am your armor's AI. You have supreme control. But your state is abnormal. I recommend—zzzzzz—"
JARVIS was cut off.
Controlled by the Mind Stone, Stark didn't care. But those nukes were troublesome.
Outside came battle sounds.
Likely Steve and Hulk.
Saitama didn't worry.
"Barton, hold him! Just thirty more seconds, and four hundred nuclear warheads will destroy him. Sorry, Saitama, though we're friends, Loki is right."
Even brainwashed, Stark firmly believed it.
Saitama.
As strong as ever!
Whoosh!
Four arrows shot, glowing red, forming an electrified net overhead.
Saitama didn't even glance at Barton.
Though a superhero, honestly… he felt even Johns Hopkins was stronger.
Weakling Barton.
Zzz—
Talent Absorption triggered automatically.
Saitama walked right through the net, absorbing the arrows.
"Stark, I heard you optimized your armor's cold resistance. Just how much did you improve it?"
In an instant, he appeared before Stark, gripping his chest plate.
"What do you mean?"
Stark froze, unable to reply.
Soon, he knew.
The sea of stars.
Ultra-low temperature, near absolute zero.
In just three seconds—
A bald head appeared, holding frozen Iron Man like an ice block.
[Ding! Congratulations, you defeated the mind-controlled Iron Man Stark, contribution +2000]
Tsk tsk.
Stark was valuable!
Saitama tossed him aside to an empty spot.
"Saitama sir… armor power less than 3%…"
JARVIS's backup voice came faintly.
Poor Stark had fainted.
Absolute zero—some cosmic places nearly reached it. Saitama just took him for a little tour.
"All right, let's head back. Stark, if you keep quarreling with Hulk, that's just childish."
Muttering, Saitama carried Stark back, faster than light.
Meanwhile, in New York—
A blinding pillar of light shot skyward, exploding into immense energy in space.
The sky tore open, revealing a gaping rift.
Inside, monstrous roars echoed.
The Chitauri!!
But unexpectedly… among the roaring, snarling Chitauri army—
A shiny bald head flew past in front, carrying frozen Iron Man.
That bald head even looked down curiously at the hole below.
Exactly the same scene as the original story's Loki.
Just because I gave you one more look in the crowd?
(End of Chapter)
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