Chapter 126: Your Shield is as Ridiculous as Your Grind
Six hours later...
Green casually tossed the unconscious Sif onto the bed.
Glancing at the brownish-red stain on the sheets out of the corner of his eye, he hadn't expected this thousand-year-old woman to actually be a virgin.
A female warrior of Asgard, a Valkyrie who had campaigned across the Nine Realms, she had guarded her chastity for so long only for him to benefit in the end.
It could be said that both the one Thor loved and the one who loved Thor had been claimed by him.
Of course, it wasn't just her; Betty and Foster had come over as well.
Green wouldn't forget to 'devour' General Ross's sweetheart; he had called her over directly to fulfill her promise.
"Thanks for the treat." Having a sandwich at the right time was quite nice.
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Clean them up," Green said casually.
"Mm... yes, Master." Louis reluctantly let go of her broad, somewhat misshapen embrace.
Green walked out of the room into his private office. The afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the entire room feel hot.
"We've been knocking outside for a long time." Little Lokilooked at Green, speechless.
"Didn't hear you." Green closed the door behind him and walked between the two brothers without a hint of apology.
"Heh, of course you couldn't hear us with them screaming so loud one by one." Little Loki sneered, jumped off his chair, followed Green, and climbed onto the guest chair in front of the desk, his legs dangling in mid-air.
Thor glanced at Green with some hesitation before slowly sitting down in the other chair.
The chair creaked under his weight. He shifted backward, then forward, unable to sit comfortably.
"What? Is the dear Lord Thor Odinson not so arrogant anymore?" Green lit an after-action cigarette and looked playfully at the restless Thor.
"You... cough, how do you plan to handle Fandral and the others?" Thor spoke with some hesitation.
Having woken up an hour ago, Thor had also heard Loki's hypothesis: Green was very likely their half-brother, and since his aura was very young, he was their younger brother.
As soon as Loki mentioned it, Thor had a sudden realization.
This explained Green's previous toying with him; in his eyes, it was just a younger brother venting over being abandoned.
He found Odin's enduring vitality somewhat amusing, but he was also more intimidated by Green. He didn't know if it was the suppression of bloodline or a psychological effect.
Wait, wasn't he the older brother?
Thinking of this, he unconsciously straightened his back.
"Why do both of you like to throw questions at me instead of thinking about how you can help me?" Green glanced at them impatiently.
"Is that so?" Thor's back slumped again as he peeked at Little Loki.
"What are you looking at me for? I asked for your sake! If you could actually beat him, I wouldn't have to say anything to him." Little Loki glared at him.
"Oh~" Thor looked away, his legs turned inward like a bullied child. It was clear his status among the three was the lowest.
"What happens to them depends on your level of cooperation, understand?" Green said bluntly, too lazy to look at his cowardly display.
"Is it still the previous plan's progress?"
"No, you're going to start live combat. I will assign missions for you to carry out."
The final revenue from each mission wasn't low, but most of it flowed to various snakeheads or Fury. He could intercept quite a bit too, which he could use for bonuses or funding for team-building for his subordinates.
"What missions? I won't kill the weak for you."
"Many times, the knife that kills is passed from the weak to the butcher. You are just born powerful, standing too high to know the darkness at the bottom." Green watched him coldly.
"Swallow that shit-like pity of yours back down."
"You should show me more respect..." Thor muttered.
"What?" Green tilted his head, revealing a confused expression. The confusion was so genuine that one couldn't tell if he truly hadn't heard or was faking it.
"Ahem!" Little Loki feigned a cough and covered his mouth, signaling Thor with his eyes not to argue with Green.
Thor's body was still covered in bruises. Little Loki felt that Green wouldn't care if he was healed or not; he'd just beat him regardless.
"Nothing." Thor was smart for once.
"Then it's settled happily." Green stood up.
Little Loki casually picked up a sandwich cookie from the table and ate it, crunching along as he followed Green.
"Wait, you're not coming with me?" Thor widened his eyes at Little Loki.
"He didn't ask me to do those things, so of course you're on your own." Loki said righteously, brushing cookie crumbs off his collar.
Thor instantly felt abandoned by the World. He felt very wronged, especially seeing the trendy clothes Little Lokiwas wearing while he was still in a truck driver's standard outfit.
"What kind of gap in treatment is this!!" Thor screamed internally, staring at them with resentful eyes.
"Tsk, an assistant will come to lead you." Green got goosebumps from the stare. What was this, had he been magically feminized?
"Like a guide dog." Little Loki added a barb.
"Huh? No, you're the one who's blind!" Thor froze for a second before reacting with a roar.
"It's an analogy, understand? Why so agitated? My dear brother." Little Loki lowered his eyelids and shrugged indifferently.
"Hmph, then when will you let them go? And where is Sif?"
Thor had heard from Fandral that Green had slapped her unconscious and carried her away.
"What do you think?"
Little Loki looked at him with a strange gaze, as if looking at a primitive man who had just popped out of a rock crack.
Seriously, as a prince, favoring a Valkyrie is common practice. You're still asking where she went?
"What?" Thor was confused. The screams in the room all sounded the same; how was he supposed to know anything? He thought Green had just found some female Agents or waitresses to play with.
"I gave her a full meal, then she received a mission from Odin and went elsewhere." Green told the lie with a straight face.
"Another World?"
"No, another country."
"I see." Thor believed it without any suspicion. Or rather, he had no guard against his brothers, even though they, like Loki, had lied to him many times.
"Cough! Right, what kind of assistant do you want, male or female?" Green changed the subject as if casually.
"What do you mean?" Thor was puzzled.
"It means a functional assistant can satisfy all your physiological needs." Little Loki explained.
"You know a lot." Green laughed.
"Hmph, you're joking." Little Loki turned up his nose, his chin slightly raised.
"He's all talk." Thor retaliated by exposing Loki's secret, his tone triumphant.
"Better than you, a pervert who's been with a Kronanfemale!" Loki cursed.
[Note: Kronans, also known as the Stone Men of Saturn, are an alien warrior race with silicon-based rock structures. A representative character is Korg.]
"I knew you were peeking back then!" Thor pointed at him and shouted loudly.
"Just say if it's true or not!"
"I was young back then, just curious!" Little Loki turned his head, dodging the finger.
"Right! A three-hundred-and-sixty-two-year-old brat with a length of 21, trying to discuss the profound meaning of a new stone's birth with a stone lady." Little Loki mocked, the corners of his mouth curling into a sharp arc.
"Oh~~ Do you think it's possible that one of the meteors floating in space is your kid?"
Green said as if having a sudden realization, his eyebrows arching.
"Aren't we discussing the assistant issue?" Thor's face turned red as he tried to forcibly pull their wandering thoughts back.
"So?" the two asked in unison, both pairs of eyes looking at Thor at the same time.
"...Male!!"
Chapter 127: A Girlfriend from the Sky
"Are you sure? Actually, you don't have to force yourself."
"I heard you have a true love named Jane, right?"
Green and Little Loki both spoke up, their words snapping at him like a pair of pincers from both sides.
Thor hemmed and hawed,
"I... it's just... I have more of a feeling for men."
"Is it that you don't want to, or that you can't?" Green glanced at a certain part of Thor.
He remembered a time when he had locked Thor—who had scored 23 points—in a dark room, tied his hands, and made him watch adult films all night, complete with a live broadcast of a couple. Back then, he was... hmm~~
"It's just a preference, OK?" Thor tried to preserve his dignity as a man.
"Whatever you want, just don't set your sights on my ass," Green said, then thought of something else.
"By the way, what skin color do you want?"
"Black!" Thor's eyes lit up, and he answered without hesitation.
In just an instant,
Green and Little Loki simultaneously sensed an extremely powerful energy fluctuation pressing down from above, like something was tearing through space at the speed of light.
The two didn't hesitate for a second and dodged at the same time.
The Bifrost Bridge blasted down with a faster attack speed than ever before.
That pillar of light slanted into the room from the distant sky.
Thor's figure vanished instantly, swallowed by the light pillar, slammed into the ground, shattering the road and smashing into the underground tunnel.
The street below exploded in a cloud of dust. Cars screeched to a halt, tires screaming against the pavement as they piled into one another, bumpers shattering everywhere.
A sedan with half its body sheared off wobbled to a stop at the edge of the crater.
The owner looked down at the Bifrost cut on the passenger seat, opened the door tremblingly, and sprinted away, losing a shoe in the process.
The Bifrost Bridge came quickly and left just as fast.
The light pillar contracted and disappeared in less than a second, leaving only a perfectly neat circular hole in the ceiling, its edges as smooth as a knife through tofu.
"Holy crap, my building! It's not yours, so you don't give a damn, do you?" Green's annoyance was written all over his face.
"Hey." Little Loki nudged Green with his elbow and jerked his chin toward the edge of the hole.
Arriving with the Bifrost Bridge was a bathtub and a woman.
She sat up in the bathtub, her skin a flaxen hue and wet dreadlocks draped over her shoulders. Her aura held an undeniable martial prowess—or rather, a wildness.
She was like a leopardess that had just stepped out of the jungle, her entire being carrying an untamed scent.
"Shit, does a Valkyrie have no right to privacy at all?" she cursed, pulling a wet towel off her face. Her voice was husky, like she had just woken up.
"It's been a long time, Brunnhilde," Little Loki greeted her in a friendly manner, raising a hand to wave.
"Just call me Valkyrie, Little Prince of Mischief." She stood up by the edge of the tub, completely unbothered by her nudity.
Then she turned her gaze toward Green, her eyes sliding from his face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his chest, and from his chest to his waist and abdomen.
"And, Tiny Little Prince." She bit her lower lip, looking at Green with satisfaction, her eyes filled with undisguised appreciation.
"I'm not small," Green sneered.
"Also, I don't like the title of prince. Don't call me that. This is our first time meeting; it's better to keep some distance."
"Heh, maybe we can change the title, but that's for later."
Valkyrie brushed her dreadlocks behind her head and stepped out of the bathtub, her feet hitting the floor with a wet slap.
Hearing her words, Little Loki's eyes widened slightly. He glanced at Green, who seemed oblivious to the underlying meaning, and understood perfectly in his heart.
But he didn't want to just hand it over; he was also qualified to sit on that throne.
"What are you doing here?"
Green, completely unaware that he had gained another identity, asked as usual.
"To get laid, isn't it obvious?"
She looked down to gesture at her body. Her physique was the kind forged in battle—broad shoulders, tight waist, sturdy thighs, full chest, and wide hips.
Standing there, her body was like a declaration that needed no explanation.
Except...
"You're too short," Green said bluntly.
"Do I look like I'm usable right now?" Little Loki spread his hands, looking down at his small body and then up at Valkyrie with an innocent expression.
"I can cooperate." She loosely struck her left chest with a fist and bowed slightly to show loyalty.
"After all, the order I received was to bear an heir for one of you. I will follow orders; it doesn't seem like a bad deal anyway."
She looked down at herself, then at Green, her lips curling up as if finding it amusing.
"Wait, wait, no way. Has your reproduction problem really fallen to the point of being forced?"
"What do you two usually do? Stage plays? Or go to the arena? There was a decent one where I was, but unfortunately, I was summoned back for a breeding mission."
"Heh, cold joke. It's none of my business; I'm not the one you're looking for." Green turned to leave.
"Not me either." Little Loki pointed down the hole and followed Green, his two short legs moving quickly.
"The monarch you're supposed to serve is lying down there."
"OK, I was worried it might be all three at once." Valkyriemuttered to herself candidly with her hands on her hips, her fingers tapping her side.
"Though it's not like it's impossible." She had lived so long she had even tasted giants; she had never lost.
She turned to look down into the large pit. Her super-vision pierced through the dust, landing on the blonde hunk at the bottom who was straightening up and wiping a nosebleed.
Thor sat on the ground, the back of his hand smeared across his philtrum. Blood covered half his face and his breathing was unsteady; clearly, taking this enhanced Bifrost blast had added injury to injury.
"This physical quality..." Valkyrie licked her lips.
"Not bad at all."
"Oh, right." Green, halfway gone, turned back to remind her, "He still has to work for me. Don't drain him dry."
"And he prefers men now. You'll have to use some tricks," Loki added.
The strange chemistry between the two was becoming more and more synchronized.
"No problem." Valkyrie gave them an OK gesture.
"I like being proactive. That day... twelve hours, maybe? Actually, I've tried seven days and six nights straight."
With a thought, her exclusive Valkyrie armor emerged from the light. Silver plates fitted to her chest, bracers wrapped around her forearms, a battle skirt fell to three inches above her knees, and boots buckled onto her calves.
Clad in armor, she was even more dazzling than before, like a polished sword with its edge down, waiting to cleave something open.
"I'll have to see just how 'hard' the Prince I'm accompanying for the next few years is."
She jumped directly from the hole in the skyscraper, her figure tracing a silver arc in the morning light.
As soon as she jumped, the large and small pair who seemed indifferent immediately turned back and ran to the edge of the hole, their movements so fast it was as if they had springs under their butts.
Little Loki snapped his fingers, and a bucket of corn chips appeared out of thin air—golden and still steaming—landing in Green's hands.
Two bottles of Coke followed, fine beads of water condensing on the glass, caught by him in each hand.
The two sat on the edge, legs dangling outside, peering down.
"Looks like we don't need to find him an assistant anymore." Green grabbed a large corn chip and stuffed it into his mouth, crunching away as crumbs fell a hundred meters to the ground.
"And no need to pay a salary. Just gold and fun," Little Lokiadded, twisting open a Coke and taking a large gulp.
The two high-fived in sync, their eyes fixed on the scene below.
Thor was trying to resist—an elbow strike was parried; a chokehold was reversed; a knee strike was dodged.
After a few moves, he was choked unconscious by Valkyrie. She dragged him with one hand and walked quickly away from the scene, seemingly impatient to taste the Thunder Prince's'special snacks'.
"I believe they'll become great 'partners', just like J and K from Men in Black."
[Actor Joke: In Thor 4, the actors for Valkyrie and Thor are also partners, Agents H & M, in the Men in Black series.]
"But having to clean up the aftermath is such a pain." Lazy Green was indeed lazy.
"Who are the Men in Black?" Little Loki asked casually.
"I'll take you to see them now." Green pushed himself up and patted the dust off his butt.
"Since there's nothing else to do, there's a large independent cinema downstairs. The front row of a private screening has the best view, and I like having a companion."
"Your treatment here is quite good."
"Keep an eye on your brother. Don't let him 'cut off his tail to survive', or it'll be your turn, you unformed little earthworm, to step up."
"It's fine, I have a backup plan."
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Chapter 128: Spider
Four days later, at the Osborn Industries building.
The lighting in the first-floor lobby was dimmed, making the technological artifacts in the glass display cases shine.
Gwen, wearing a crisp work skirt with her ID badge pinned to her chest, smiled as she led the group of students forward.
"Please come this way. The area ahead is a photography-permitted zone, which includes a 1:1 scale replica of the Osborn Group's next-generation glider. However, please do not touch…"
Her voice was at a moderate volume, just loud enough for the front row to hear.
The students scattered in twos and threes in front of the display cases, holding their phones high, the flashes exploding into white spots on the glass.
Some were pressed against the display case looking at the glider's tail fin, some were squatting down to study the model's landing gear, and some were measuring the length of the folding blade through the glass. No one looked back at her.
Gwen smiled, not annoyed.
She walked quietly to the side, sat on a bench, and let out a breath.
Her shoulders slumped, and she slipped her heels out of her low-heeled shoes slightly, rubbing her feet against the openings.
At that moment, on the load-bearing pillar behind the chair she was leaning against, a spider slowly descended. It was bright red and blue, spinning silver-white silk from its abdomen, dropping down bit by bit.
Gwen looked at the backs of the students, watching them whisper and point, and suddenly felt a bit dazed.
In her distraction, she didn't notice one four-eyed kid with his head buried near his shoulder, peeking out like a cockroach, his hand tucked under his armpit, secretly taking photos of her.
His phone was held horizontally, the lens aimed at her profile. His black eyes were pressed against the corners of his sockets, very bright and excited, as if he had discovered a new species.
But as three girls walked by, blocking Gwen from his view,
His eyes twitched, he sneered inwardly, pulled his head back, hunched his shoulders, and curled into a small ball, like a cockroach that had been disturbed while feeding—unwilling to leave, yet unable to stay.
"What's wrong, little pistachio? Starting to lament the hardships of adulthood?"
Laura flicked Gwen's nose.
"Yeah, the recent smiling service has really made my face a bit stiff." Gwen rubbed her nose against Laura's.
"Who told you to be so stubborn? It's not like you don't know that stinky guy's gluttonous nature." Lornainterjected.
Gwen lowered her eyes upon hearing this.
"Eh? Is Gwen feeling down because of some jerk?" Jane, who was leaning against Lorna's shoulder, looked at Lornain surprise, her eyes wide.
"Uh-huh."
"Who is it? Gwen, I'll help you vent your anger!" Jane raised her pink fist in front of Gwen.
"Our guardian." Laura and Lorna said in unison.
"Are you sure you want to?"
Gwen also raised an eyebrow at Jane with a half-smile.
"Uh…" Jane froze. She remembered that morning, the man who was clearly gentle but carried an unusual majesty.
She'd die, wouldn't she!
Besides, she had her own little thoughts; if she were caught, she'd definitely be finished!!
Or worse, she wouldn't be allowed to come see Lorna!
A scene flashed through her mind:
"Sorry, Jane, you're very nice, but you're not worthy of me. Brother will give me the best."
Lorna was sadly dragged into the car by that tall figure. Her forced smile was blocked by the rising car window, and then the vehicle drove away, its taillights becoming more and more distant and blurry in the rain.
And she was chasing in the rain, never able to catch up. Her shoes fell off, her feet stepped into a puddle, water splashed up—it was very cold.
Absolutely not!
Jane shook off the fantasy in her head, shaking her head vigorously, her ponytail whipping into an arc behind her.
"Ahem!" She tactically covered her mouth and coughed twice, clearing her throat, her expression serious.
"Well… men, you know, they love to play. Once they're full, they naturally understand who is best."
Then she noticed the strange looks from her good friends.
Laura: "He'll just keep eating."
Lorna: "If he's really full, how many would it take?"
Gwen: "…You'd better not give advice."
The three girls had a deep impression of the contrast in Helen's video, as well as the astonishing duration shown in the bottom right corner.
It could be said that it wasn't that Green Morgan couldn't go on, but that Helen, as an ordinary human, had reached her physiological limit.
Having spent too much time with that bad guy, they felt clear that Helen was now addicted to him.
Just from the withdrawal symptoms alone, they had more than once found Helen wriggling in Green Morgan's bedroom—sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes when dawn was about to break.
Forced by circumstances, they could only chase Helenback, and then they would find George walking as if he were stepping on clouds these days, his lips even purple.
"Alright then." Jane scratched her head sheepishly.
"By the way, did he… say when he's coming back?"
Gwen tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears, her eyes dodging, her lips unable to help but purse.
"Wait until he gets tired of playing. I don't want to rush him." Laura said casually.
"I see." Gwen murmured.
Her hand clutched the unique coin necklace on her chest, her thumb rubbing it.
These days she had been trying to throw herself into work, almost collapsing into sleep as soon as she got home.
But… she just felt empty, her sleep was very light.
She would wake up in the middle of the night, stare at the ceiling, listen to the occasional sound of cars passing outside the window, listen to her own steady breathing.
She admitted that she needed Green Morgan far more than he needed her.
Lorna noticed it.
"Can you go buy us a Coke, please? Jane." She tilted her head and smiled at Jane.
"Please~"
Jane's breathing hitched, she quickly blinked twice, trying to cool down her eyelashes.
"OK, going now." She turned and trotted nimbly toward the unmanned vending machine in the distance.
Lorna sat beside Gwen, her thigh pressing against Gwen's, body heat seeping through the thin clothing.
Laura sat on the other side, putting her arm around Gwen's shoulder, her palm resting on her shoulder.
"Listen, pistachio." Lorna tilted her head to look at Gwen's expression.
"Green Morgan is very bad, but he can take responsibility for the consequences of his actions, so don't pile all the problems on yourself."
"And you can't leave him either, can you?" Laura added.
"So just enjoy that love."
"I understand, I just…" Gwen frowned, her brow knitting into a small knot.
"Jealousy." Lorna said.
Gwen looked up in surprise, her pupils dilating slightly.
Her heart suddenly brightened, as if someone had lit a lamp inside, illuminating all those vague, unspeakable things that had been pressing on her chest.
"Jealous of why Helen was easily taken by Green Morgan, jealous that she easily enjoyed your privileges ahead of time."
"And she is your mother, you can't hate her, but you can't swallow it either. You also don't know how to face George, whether you should cover for Helen."
Lorna smiled knowingly.
"Y-yes." Gwen looked at her mouthpiece.
"Pfft! I don't know how to handle it either." Lorna said decisively; she hadn't even had this kind of bond.
"I was abandoned, and so was Lorna." Laura said coldly.
"We don't have as much as you do; we only have Green Morgan."
"If it comes to the worst, as long as it makes Green Morgan happy, we could even kill George and serve Helen as dinner on Green Morgan's table. However he wants to eat, that's how we'll plate it for him."
Gwen's expression changed, her pupils contracting slightly, her lips slightly parted, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
"But you know we quite like you too, especially your performance at night; the contrast is just like your mother's." Lorna picked up Gwen's hand and kissed the back of it gently.
"So don't make it difficult for us, okay? Dear, be with me."
She stood up and walked away with Laura.
Gwen looked at their backs with a complex expression.
It wasn't alienation.
It was a warning, and a declaration.
When facing the acceptance of a deeper side of the real Green Morgan, they were very resolute, leaving the hesitant Gwen behind.
She sat in her place, biting her lip, and couldn't help but bite it open. The tip of her tongue tasted a hint of blood; a bead of blood seeped from her lip.
She didn't notice that the spider had already crawled onto the back of her hand. Its eight long, thin legs crossed her knuckles, and its abdomen paused at the web of her hand.
A bite!
"Hiss—" Gwen shook her hand in pain, and the spider fell to the ground.
She was just about to look at it,
"Gwen!"
Not far away, a contemporary who had come in with her waved at her; it was time to gather.
Those students had mostly left, only a few people were still lying on the display cases taking pictures.
"Coming."
Gwen didn't dwell on it too much; she would just check it when she got back. She stood up, straightened her attire, and walked over.
After she left, a thin, four-eyed figure walked out from the shadows behind the load-bearing pillar.
His shoulders were narrow, his back slightly hunched.
He walked to the bench, looked at the seat that seemed to still carry the girl's body heat, and licked his tongue.
His gaze turned to the dead spider corpse on the ground. It was lying on its back, its eight legs curled up, and the red and blue patterns were still so bright under the lights.
"So beautiful."
He bent down, just about to pick it up,
"Hey, Parker, picking up trash?"
Several school bullies walked over behind him, mocking him unceremoniously.
Peter Parker's expression stiffened. If they saw him playing with these insects, they would mock him again—in public, and back at school.
They wouldn't care about his dignity; instead, trampling on his dignity would satisfy their vanity in front of the girls.
Or later, they would throw cockroaches, mice, or snakes into his locker.
So, Parker, as if possessed, pinched the spider's abdomen with his fingers, brought it to his mouth, pursed his lips, not daring to bite with his teeth.
He stood up in a panic, and when he turned around, his Adam's apple rolled, swallowing the whole spider.
"Can't you hear me talking?"
The leader walked over, leaning close to him with feigned confusion.
"N-no, I'm just a little hypoglycemic." Parker stammered, his head drooping, one shoulder hunched up.
"Tch, loser."
Seeing there was no fun left, the bully sneered unpleasantly, deliberately bumped his shoulder against him, and walked away.
Parker stumbled two steps to the side, holding onto the back of the chair to steady himself. The other bullies did the same, walking past him one after another, shoulder bumping shoulder, laughter layering on laughter.
Parker stood in place, looking back at their backs with resentment.
"Sooner or later… sooner or later…"
He thought, not noticing a spider totem flash in his eyes.
At the same time, Gwen felt a strong sense of discomfort.
Her brow furrowed sharply, her waist bent, her hands resting on her knees, her breathing rapid for a moment.
"What's wrong?"
Laura and the others, who had been nearby, asked with concern. Although they had disagreements about Green Morgan, their relationship was still very good, while Jane was simply… well, not that simple.
"It's nothing." The discomfort came and went quickly, like being pinched and then released.
Gwen straightened up and smoothed the stray hair on her forehead. "Maybe I'm just too tired."
In her eyes, that same spider totem flashed by, even clearer than Peter Parker's.
But it was this clarity that made Lorna and Laura, who were used to killing vampires after school as a daily routine, simultaneously catch that trace of abnormality in Gwen's eyes.
The two's eyes narrowed. They looked at each other and then at Gwen.
"Gwen, did anything strange happen just now?" She asked.
Upon hearing this, Gwen first looked confused, then her expression stiffened, and the corners of her mouth pulled down bitterly.
"It can't be… that unlucky, right."
Chapter 129: Secret Information, The Well-Connected
"It's just that unlucky."
Far away in Las Vegas, Green spoke indifferently with his phone pressed to his ear.
He leaned back on a single sofa in the theater.
Magik lay prone in front of him, wearing an oversized white shirt with the collar open, revealing the curve of her collarbone and shoulder blades.
The hem of the shirt hung down to the base of her thighs, barely covering the edges of her short shorts.
She held the Soulsword in her hand, lightly scraping it across his jawline, the blade's edge shaving off a layer of fine stubble against his skin.
At this moment, she had grown much larger than when they first met.
In her words, her body had adapted back to the time flow of this side; the baby fat on her cheeks had faded, the youthful innocence in her eyes had dimmed, and she had gained a touch of precocious womanly charm.
Before their previous separation, Green had originally intended to send her to the Triskelion headquarters to follow Hill and learn something.
But she still couldn't resist wanting to go back and resolve her family issues.
Green had fulfilled her wish.
However, according to his intelligence, this little sorceress had set fire to her remarried parents' house and arranged for a few 'tank-level' women to be sent to her older brother at the X-Mansion.
Now she was back, here to plague him, occasionally letting out enchanting soft moans from her triangular pink lips that looked like a black-eared rabbit's, showing that this girl wasn't being all that diligent.
But, she had also succeeded.
Carrie had been following her all along, and at this moment, she was behind Green, massaging his shoulders, occasionally stealing glances at him.
"This is an opportunity for her. Tell her not to leave the house and wait for me to return. You two keep an eye on her."
"Understood," Laura responded from the other end of the phone.
"I'll head back once I've handled things here."
"Mhm." Laura hung up the phone.
"Is there anything to handle? I can do it for you," Magiksaid.
"No problems for now." Green supported her hips and pulled her a bit closer to himself.
"Hehe." Magik didn't resist his actions; she liked the proactivity of the man she adored.
Behind them, Carrie looked on with a hint of envy. Following Magik, she had gradually realized that her fate was now linked to this man, and she had accepted it.
Nearby, little Loki watched while rolling his eyes. In his view, Green was playing with fire; these magic warriors were the proudest of all, and if their needs weren't met, they were capable of regicide.
"What are you looking at? Let's begin." Green glanced at him.
In front of them knelt a woman in fishnets, her head tilted back. Green lines were extracting something from both of her temples, connecting to the large cinema screen in front of them.
It was the Mutant named Arc Light whom Green had captured. Her eyes were hollow, her pupils dilated, and saliva hung from the corner of her mouth; she looked like a machine that had been unplugged.
"Tch." Little Loki snapped his fingers at the large screen.
The scene, which had been playing "The Shawshank Redemption," suddenly shifted to a confrontation. The image was grey and hazy, like it had an old photo filter over it.
[Friendly Reminder: "The Shawshank Redemption" is adapted from real events in this World.]
"This is the memory that left the deepest impression and was hidden the deepest. I had to expend quite a bit of effort to dig it out," little Loki said, seeking credit.
"Right, right, right, you're amazing."
Green looked at the characters appearing on the screen and became interested as well.
The perspective on the screen seemed to be seen directly through the eyeballs.
They were in a dense forest. As the gaze turned, an elderly Magneto and several subordinates could be seen.
He was wearing his iconic purplish-red battle suit and his telepathy-blocking helmet.
And opposite them was actually the original Hellfire Club?!
However, their faces were grey and defeated, the color of corpses. They stood there motionless, like several wax statues.
The communication was also being handled by a man in an armed uniform.
Moreover, Green recognized this man—wasn't this the officer from the Black Lake in the canyon?
But there was no communication process; the clip came to an abrupt end with just a look from the White Queen.
When the image appeared again, there was no one left except Arc Light herself and Magneto.
The view changed to a beach. The sound of waves came from a distance, one after another. Magneto was kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.
"Damn, this World really is full of talented people," Green remarked.
If he wasn't mistaken, Black Lake had most likely obtained the corpses of the original Hellfire Club and used some means to resurrect and control them.
But now Magneto's radical faction, which could also be called the modern Hellfire Club, had clashed with them for some unknown reason.
It might even have been for Magneto's own Mutantabilities; they only needed the corpse.
But the result was that Magneto lost, though he managed to escape.
Presumably, this was why Arc Light hadn't been rescued after her mission failed; he was licking his wounds somewhere.
"The things happening in your Midgard reality are much more interesting than movies."
Loki watched as the screen fast-forwarded to a scene of Magneto pressing down on Arc Light. Truth be told, from a first-person perspective, this old man's fire was still quite strong.
"Really not picky at all."
Green's eyes twitched as he looked at Arc Light's somewhat masculine face.
That face had a wide bone structure and a square jaw, with an Adam's apple faintly visible through the netting. Being pinned to the bed by the old man made for quite a high-impact visual.
But thinking about Arc Light's Mutant ability... well, maybe the old man just liked the built-in vibration effect.
"Then you just focus on me."
Magik extended her index finger to straighten Green's face, her small face approaching him with some lack of familiarity.
"Hmph."
Green's palm slid away from her waist as he set her down on the sofa and stood up. She pouted unhappily, her lips slightly jutting out like a kitten that hadn't gotten its fish.
"Interested in going to the largest magic library in the Nine Realms to study? Asgard." Green raised his arms over his head, straightening his back until his joints popped a few times.
He had been lying in this seat for nearly four days and three nights. It was lucky that neither of them were normal people, otherwise the corpses would have started to smell.
"I just got back, and you're already in a hurry to send me away?" Magik was unhappy, her fingers twisting Green's cuff.
"This isn't a request," Green said indifferently.
Women like Pepper and Hill had their own pursuits and ambitions; they were both trustworthy and untrustworthy, good for a bit of fun.
But for women like Magik and the three little ones who trusted him wholeheartedly, he was willing to give them the best.
"OK, My boy." Magik had no reason to refuse.
If she just clung to Green, she wouldn't have the charm that Green liked.
Only by becoming stronger could she make this man obsessed with her in every aspect.
She stood up, her sneakers stepping on Green's insteps as she tilted her head up.
"But next time, I'll be the one making the demands."
"Then you'll have to become stronger than me first."
"Hey, hey, you're just casually arranging for such a powerful magic warrior to study in Asgard? Have you asked Odin?" little Loki said from the side.
"He won't mind." Green wasn't someone who could be dismissed with just a single Destroyer.
He glanced at little Loki. "You've had your fill of movies, too. You're responsible for taking her."
"Why me?"
"Then I'll let your Mother come."
"You!" Little Loki had lost his temper.
"Fine, fine, fine." He waved his hand. His Mother was always his weakness; it was better to keep this illegitimate son Green from contacting her and making her unhappy.
"Hei..." He was about to speak.
"Hey! Go outside to shout!" Green hurriedly yelled.
The gap in the tower had just been repaired. He didn't want his place to be in shambles again.
"Fine." Little Loki curled his lip in disappointment and jumped down from the sofa.
"You really were looking to cause trouble." Green was amused by this wicked little brat.
"What I've done is nothing. You're far more cruel than I am," little Loki retorted.
Over the past few days, from the commands Green had casually issued on his tablet while watching movies, Lokihad noticed no fewer than thirty lives being snuffed out by him.
"Just doing my job in my position." Green had no psychological burden.
"You really look like an evil god. No, you are one."
"Pleased to meet you." Magik took the initiative to mediate for Green, extending her hand to little Loki.
"At least the lady is considerate." Little Loki shook it like a gentleman and let go.
"Let's go."
"Mhm."
"You follow along too," Green said to Carrie, who was standing still.
"Ah? I'm included too?" Carrie pointed at herself blankly.
"Aren't you my person?" Green said, feigning confusion.
"Yes... I suppose so." This well-behaved girl, Carrie, blushed to the tips of her ears, and curiosity also blossomed in her heart.
Asgard—did Earth have an academy by that name?
But when she stood on the rooftop and saw the Bifrost Bridge descending from the sky, this small-town girl was completely stunned. She didn't even remember how she entered it.
Her perspective just shifted, and she saw a kindly old woman looking at her with a smile.
"Good material indeed, both of them."
Frigga looked with satisfaction at the slightly bowing Magik.
The girl stood there with her back straight, chin slightly tucked, and fingers laced in front of her. Her posture was respectful but not timid.
Seeing this, Carrie also hurriedly imitated her, giving a direct ninety-degree bow.
"Hello, Madam!"
"Hehe, hello, hello." Frigga patted her shoulder and turned her eyes to the pouting little brat who was looking at the sky.
"Oh~~ darling, you've become even cuter."
Frigga waved her hand, and a gust of wind pushed little Loki over in small steps.
His feet scuffed against the ground for a few steps as he moved forward involuntarily. He was held tenderly in her arms, her arm around his small shoulder and her chin resting on his head.
"I've already grown up, it's just a small accident," little Lokimumbled, his voice muffled against her chest, though he didn't pull away.
"Where's he?"
Frigga naturally knew who he was referring to. She lowered her eyes, looking at the fluffy head in her arms, the smile on her lips fading slightly.
"Don't worry about that proud old man." Her voice softened, as if she were coaxing a child.
"You two, young and old, have the same temper as him. I'm really tired of talking about you guys." She poked little Loki's forehead in annoyance, her knuckle lightly rapping against it.
"Sounds like he's still alive."
After hearing this, little Loki glanced around. The light of the Bifrost Bridge was fading, the path beneath his feet was becoming more solid, and the distant palaces were glowing with a golden aura.
"Did he not follow us?" he wondered inwardly, his gaze scanning the spires and arches, but he couldn't find that tall figure.
"He absolutely cannot come." Frigga saw through her child's thoughts.
Her fingers smoothed through his hair, pressing down those few sticking-up strands of blonde hair.
"You know about him?"
"That's Odin's business." Frigga sighed, her fingers sliding from his hair to his shoulder. "Let those two bad guys fight each other."
Odin had naturally discussed it with her.
It could only be said that Frigga was both annoyed by and grateful for Green; after all, having a companion who could suppress these two problem children was for the best.
She was just afraid he would lead her children too far astray and play too hard. What Mother doesn't worry about her children?
Setting aside that factor, Green was almost a perfect successor.
But he wasn't... well, it was hard to say.
Frigga was also a bit uncertain. Odin really had played around too much when he was young.
Even if Green didn't have the aura of Asgardian divine power on him, she couldn't guarantee he wasn't the seed left behind by that silver-tongued fellow.
But ultimately, Green was a risky piece that could bite, just like her eldest daughter—perhaps even more dangerous in some ways.
And Frigga's reaction, in little Loki's eyes, seemed to confirm Green's identity.
"Tch, it's still embarrassing to think about being beaten like this by my own brother." Little Loki was still indignant—not about the physical force, but just pure stubbornness.
However, thinking about the current Thor, he also felt relieved.
After all, that guy was being counter-charged by Valkyrie, and it was even projected onto the big screen as a live broadcast for the two of them to enjoy with their meal.
As expected, Valkyries and their mounts were both wild and difficult to tame; it took a strong enough 'Dio' to make them yield.
But clearly, Thor, who was being used as a squat weight, had lost.
"Let's go. First, come to my place to eat and settle in. You should spend more time with me too."
Frigga's gentle voice called little Loki back.
She naturally knew what Thor was experiencing; in fact, she was the one who had called Valkyrie back, and she was the one who had given the order. Odin was only responsible for the final approval of resources.
Now, when she and the old man Odin, who had just finished his Odinsleep, were 'relaxing,' they even used the two of them for entertainment.
But how could the three of them know?
They just respectfully bowed to this elegant lady and followed her, stepping onto the solid Bifrost Bridge and walking toward the distant palace.
Chapter 130: The Super Wings Are Here
On the rooftop, Green looked down at his right arm, which had been burned after reaching into the Bifrost Bridge; yet, the others had entered without issue.
"Not welcoming me, huh?" He had wanted a day trip to Asgard, but it seemed that was out of the question.
But it wasn't without gain. He pulled out the token gifted by Odin, which seemed to have been activated by the Bifrost Bridge. A layer of golden light surfaced on the token, as if something were flowing inside.
The light grew brighter and brighter, finally floating up from the surface of the token and condensing into the bust of a seductive woman in mid-air.
Her long hair fell to her waist, and her features possessed an aggressive beauty—high-arched brows, upturned eyes, and pursed lips that looked like she was either smiling or sizing up prey.
The gold jewelry around her neck was striking, featuring a snake-shaped chain with two eyes, one above the other, in the center.
Beside her stood a man-high silver-grey metal staff, its body engraved with Asgardian runes.
"The eye of enchantment and the berserker staff."
The information was transmitted directly into Green's brain.
The eye of enchantment was originally a mental-attribute artifact in the Asgardian treasury, but it had been stolen by the Enchantress, Lorelei.
She combined the power of the artifact with her own unique enchanting magic, capturing the minds of many powerful warriors in an attempt to spark a war across the Nine Realms. She was later imprisoned by Odin but has now escaped.
Or rather, Odin had deliberately released her to Earth for Green to harvest himself. After all, she was an Asgardian, and he couldn't openly hand over one of his own people.
The berserker staff was the standard weapon of the Asgardian Berserker Army, which, like the Valkyries, belonged to the special strategic forces.
It was brought to Earth in the 12th century by the Berserker Elliot Randolph.
It drastically increases strength, speed, and endurance, allowing mortals or ordinary warriors to possess physical capabilities close to those of an Asgardian Berserker.
However, the side effect is the forced awakening and amplification of the user's darkest inner rage, violence, and aggression, which gradually erodes their sanity.
Asgardians can temporarily alleviate this through sleep, but mortals easily lose control completely and fall into long-term madness.
Fearing its dark power, he broke the staff into three parts and hid them respectively in an ancient tree in Norway, a cellar in Spain, and a church in Ireland.
The specific locations were provided, and the effects were clear—it was powerful enough.
The eye of enchantment could be given to Lorna, and the berserker staff to Magik, who was a hybrid of magic and martial arts.
Laura's fighting style wasn't suited for external weapons; since she and Lorna were inseparable, it would be an overall upgrade for them as a unit.
Right, the Destroyer could also be given to Lorna to use.
Now that this thing lacked Odin's divine power as its primary energy source, it required the life and soul energy of living beings to charge.
Green had fully charged it over the past few days, so Lornawouldn't have to worry about enemies bypassing Laura to harvest her directly.
As for Gwen, her situation was special. Green didn't have anything for her for the time being, but he could ask Teacher Tony to get her a hundred battle suits; money wasn't an issue.
But going treasure hunting alone was boring.
And so...
Bang!
Green kicked open the door and directly "pulled the plug," dragging the truly inseparable Thor duo out to work.
Valkyrie unhappily tried to fight back, only to be slapped into the wall by Green. After pulling herself out, the look of thirst in her eyes toward Green deepened.
Meanwhile, Thor followed behind Green like a whimpering little wife, his belt not even fastened yet, and he also received a slap from Green.
"Don't f*cking wander around behind my ass, it makes me uneasy."
Shortly after, a helicopter took off, its rotors churning and blowing dust from the helipad all over the sky.
"Wahoo! This is much simpler than an airship." Valkyriegrinned, chewing gum in the pilot's seat.
Her fingers flicked the control stick, and the helicopter steadily turned.
The selection test for the Valkyries required proficiency in universal piloting equipment. Strictly speaking, Sif had gotten in through the back door; she didn't know how to fly at all, though her skills in other areas had improved by leaps and bounds.
"If you like it, I'll give you one," Green said casually, his hand resting on Sif's head.
"Heh, then thanks, my Prince." Valkyrie glanced at the hardworking Sif, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.
Based on seniority, she should be the one serving the most excellent Prince. Tsk, well, they were sisters anyway; she'd find a chance to take her place for a few rounds, and Sifwouldn't mind.
She withdrew her gaze and kicked Thor in front of her again.
"I thought you could take me from behind, but I didn't expect you couldn't even pass my first test."
Thor didn't dare say anything and could only lean in to continue his service.
There was no other way; he was spent, and only his mouth remained tough. He'd just have to make do.
"Now you've actually piqued my interest. Turn around," Green laughed.
"No, don't, no! At least not here, I beg you... Ah—"
Death Valley. A wasteland of grey-yellow sand mixed with a few clumps of shrubs twisted by the wind, like the last few hairs on a bald man's head.
The long, undulating highway writhed in the heat waves, and the asphalt in the distance seemed to have melted, shimmering with a layer of oily light.
An old extended-cab convertible was driving, its engine sound exceptionally thin in the vast wilderness.
There were several teenagers inside; except for the honest and dutiful Four-eyes driver, the rest were already having a blast in the back.
Music blasted from the car speakers, the drumbeats thumping into the sweltering air one by one.
"Mmm~ baby, I just love this sweaty smell of yours after a run."
A boy with a mustache was taking off the shoes of a girl with wheat-colored skin in a sports shirt...
As for the others... well, there was only one girl in this car.
The Four-eyes driver was peeking through the rearview mirror.
Behind the lenses, those eyeballs rolled around, jumping between the tangled limbs in the back seat, as he swallowed hard.
Suddenly,
A pillar of colored light fell from the sky and slammed into the ground not far from them. The car frame shuddered, and the suspension springs gave a sharp creak.
"Whoa—!"
"What the hell!"
"F*ck!"
Everyone cried out in alarm.
The Four-eyes driver slammed on the brakes. The brake pads let out a piercing shriek, locking the tires, which dragged two scorched black marks onto the scorching asphalt.
The car continued to slide a distance due to inertia before coming to a crooked halt by the roadside, white smoke billowing from under the hood.
"Wha... what happened? Aliens?"
The people in the back asked nervously, their hands clutching the seatbacks.
Four-eyes lifted his head from the steering wheel and looked through the white smoke at the front of the car.
A layer of dust had covered his glasses; he wiped them with his sleeve, then wiped them again.
The anomaly had vanished, leaving a strange, scorched circular rune seared into the highway by the high temperature.
In the center of the rune stood an exquisitely beautiful woman.
She wore an elegant dress that looked like it was from the ancient Roman era, with layers of sheer gauze draping from her shoulders and fluttering gently in the hot wind.
Her blonde hair was pinned up, with a few stray strands scattered by her ears.
Her features possessed a beauty that made one forget to breathe—curved brows, upturned eyes, and a trace of a faint smile on her lips. Standing there, she looked like a statue just moved out of a temple.
Eddie had never seen such a beautiful woman.
His mouth opened slightly, the tip of his tongue resting against his lower teeth, and his pupils slowly dilated.
And she saw him, giving a charming smile.
He couldn't help but lose himself; his eyes were occupied, his heart was occupied.
He felt something float from her, drill into his eyes, and crawl all the way to the depths of his brain, until she was the only thing left there.
"What is it, what is it?"
The youths in the back also scrambled to the front to look. Their heads crowded by the car window, shoulders pressing against shoulders, necks stretched long.
They, too, seemed as if their souls had been snatched away; their expressions shifted from curiosity to blankness, from blankness to obsession, and from obsession to devotion.
"What a dull race, enchanted without even needing contact."
Lorelei looked at the corners of the eyes of the people in the car and showed a hint of mockery.
She stepped toward them, her skirt sweeping lightly across the ground at her ankles, kicking up a small puff of dust.
They hurriedly got out of the car, their movements urgent. Someone was tripped by the car door and stumbled a few steps, nearly falling.
"Hey! You guys aren't continuing?"
The girl in the car shouted in dissatisfaction.
But they didn't give her a shred of attention, their gazes locked onto Lorelei as if stuck with glue, unable to be pulled away.
"Is there anything we can do for you? Darling, even if it's my life."
Several of them stood before her and spoke sincerely, their voices soft and light, like praying in a church.
They didn't feel their words were at all outrageous; it seemed everything was perfectly natural.
The sunlight beat down from above, casting their shadows on the ground, crooked like tree branches bent by the wind.
"Everything we have belongs to you, darling."
"Of course, you lowly Stinking Dogs."
Lorelei smiled faintly, but they acted as if they had heard the greatest validation, puffing out their chests and raising their chins slightly.
"You bastards!"
The girl pulled on her shoes and, without even wiping herself, pulled up her pants and stepped out of the car.
She walked to the front of the car and glanced at Lorelei. She also nearly fell into a daze for a moment; her lips trembled, and she quickly shook her head.
"Enough, we should go."
Her voice was tight, the end of it rising. She realized something was wrong—these people were wrong, this woman was wrong.
She reached out to pull the nearest youth, but as soon as her fingers touched his arm, she was flung away.
They still didn't react, their eyes still fixed on Lorelei.
Lorelei looked at the indignant girl and narrowed her eyes.
"She's too noisy."
She pointed lightly at the girl.
As soon as the words left her mouth, the youths around her spoke up one after another, their voices overlapping like a flock of pigeons being fed.
"You're right, darling. She really is too noisy."
"Don't let her pollute your eyes, darling. Come sit in the car; it's too sunny out here."
Several of them spoke, their expressions toward Loreleivery gentle.
But when they turned to look at the girl, their faces became distorted, brows furrowing and the corners of their mouths pulling down, like a few enraged Beasts.
"You... you guys."
The girl realized things were bad.
She had been with them for so long; they were a small group that could play crazily and fall into depravity together.
How could they, with her as the core, fall so completely after just one look at that woman?
She turned and got into the car, grabbing the steering wheel and stepping on the gas.
The engine sputtered twice and died. She tried to start it again, but it just sputtered; this damn piece of junk just wouldn't start.
"F*ck, f*ck! Come on! Shit!"
The girl slapped the center console, her palms hitting the plastic shell with a loud smack. She tried to summon a miracle, but the miracle refused to wake up.
"No, I'll watch from right here," Lorelei said, shaking her head.
"No problem, watch closely, darling."
Several of them immediately chased after the girl. Their movements were fast, as if driven by something, knowing no fatigue or breathlessness.
The girl scrambled to the passenger side, opened the door, and frantically fled the main road, running into the wasteland.
She indeed ran very fast, the withered yellow grass flattening under her feet, and her footprints marking the sandy ground one by one.
But those youths were like they were on adrenaline, charging ahead with everything they had without sparing any effort.
By the time they caught up and dragged her back, the Four-eyes' lungs had literally burst; he lay on the ground twitching, blood foam bubbling from the corners of his mouth, yet the others didn't even glance at him.
"well done."
Lorelei praised them, and they were overjoyed. As for the Four-eyes, his eyes were wide open, his pupils already dilated, but his face was still turned in her direction.
The girl was brutally dismembered by them right in front of Lorelei.
Lorelei leaned against the front of the car with a beaming smile, watching them impale the body parts onto the withered trees, as if expressing the deepest love to their beloved.
Just then, the sound of rotors came from the distant sky...