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Chapter 58

The Blood Parrot Gang incident was growing worse by the day.
Protests increased, with massive crowds filling the streets, court entrances, and even police stations—disrupting the normal operation of the city.

In response, some officials approached Tony Stark privately, making promises and seeking his help.
After all, if things continued this way, no one could predict what would happen next.

Meanwhile, Fox TV, long prepared for an opportunity like this, launched a new sensational program — “Mysterious Files.”
Its slogan: Investigating the world’s supernatural and unexplained phenomena.

Western audiences, already fascinated and easily drawn to religious or supernatural stories, quickly became obsessed.

The first episode focused on the legend of vampires — exploring myths, rumored sightings, and even showing “vampire mummies” on camera.
With the addition of “expert” commentary and various organizations fanning the flames to distract the public from the Blood Parrot Gang scandal, the show exploded in popularity overnight.

Encouraged by the success, Fox soon aired the second episode.
This time, the crew visited one of America’s most infamous haunted mansions.
When bizarre “supernatural events” suddenly occurred during filming, the footage captured the imagination of the entire nation. Online discussions about it quickly overshadowed public concern over the Blood Parrot Gang.

The third episode became the biggest hit yet.
Its central figure was Kelly, a young woman reportedly tormented by an evil spirit.

Facing the camera, Kelly described how she and her friends had once played a psychic game — only to actually summon something terrifying.
Since that night, she claimed, she had been haunted every evening by a female ghost.

At first, the audience laughed it off — until the program aired the footage captured by a night-vision camera.

In the recording, the room’s temperature dropped sharply.
Objects began to levitate.
Then, as Kelly slept peacefully, her blanket was suddenly ripped away — and she was violently pulled off the bed by an invisible force.

The scene shocked viewers across the country.
Some skeptics scoured the replayed footage online, looking for evidence of digital trickery — but no trace of editing or fakery could be found.

Then Kelly’s father, Kenny, appeared on camera. Exhausted and desperate, he described his daughter’s suffering and begged a priest for help.
When the show revealed that Kenny was actually a New York State senator, public belief in the story skyrocketed.

“Oh my God, this is terrifying. Could ghosts really exist?”
“I can’t believe it—but a senator wouldn’t fake this just for attention, right?”
“I just hope that priest they invited can save her. She’s so beautiful…”
“Wait, what about the Blood Parrot Gang trafficking case?—What? My comment just got deleted? Account suspended for 180 days?!”

Under the coordinated manipulation of multiple forces, Mysterious Files’ ratings soared. It broke viewing records and became a nationwide phenomenon.

Christmas Eve — Southeast Street, Manhattan.

“Have you been watching Mysterious Files lately?” Natasha asked with a teasing smile, sitting beside Linen in the front seat of his car. Outside, crowds filled the streets, waiting to witness Manhattan’s twice-a-year sunset phenomenon.

“It’s just Tony’s way of redirecting public attention,” Linen replied, opening a pizza box and handing her a slice.

“Thanks.” Natasha smiled, taking a bite. “Well, it’s working. The show’s gone viral. People always love supernatural mysteries.”
She paused. “By the way, I heard that you—”

“Look,” Linen interrupted.

The golden sun hung low in the sky, slicing through the steel skyline and flooding the avenue with amber light. Clouds glowed in brilliant hues under the sunset, and the crowd erupted in cheers as the city basked in the warm afterglow.

Watching the sunlight fixed between the two towers, Natasha leaned forward, resting her chin on her knees. “I can’t even remember the last time I saw something this beautiful,” she murmured.

“As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I’m always running from mission to mission,” she said quietly. “After seeing so much corruption, filth, and darkness, sometimes I wonder if I’ve forgotten how to appreciate beauty.”

She turned to Linen, her eyes reflecting the sunset’s glow. “When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a doctor—or maybe a lawyer. I thought saving lives or bringing justice was the coolest thing in the world.”

She laughed softly. “But life had other plans. What about you, Linen? What did you want to be when you were little?”

Linen thought for a moment before answering. “Honestly? Back then, all I wanted was to escape the control of my so-called adoptive father—the leader of the Digital Gang.”

Natasha fell silent. She already knew about Linen’s past from the spoiler system—the torment, the violence, the years of struggle.

“Actually,” she said after a pause, “I became an agent because I was forced into the Red Room. Do you know about it?”

“It’s a place where girls were trained to be assassins and spies. The torture there... still haunts me.”

“I went in with my sister. Later, Clint and I destroyed the Red Room together—or so I thought.”
Her tone grew heavy. “But after what I saw in the theater, I’m not even sure we really did. I don’t even know if Yelena is still alive…”

Before she could continue, Linen’s expression suddenly changed. He jumped down from the car, scanning the area.

“What is it?” Natasha followed, hand on her weapon.

A ripple appeared in the air before them—and then Loki, wearing a gray uniform emblazoned with the TVA logo, materialized.

“Finally… found you,” Loki gasped. “Linen, listen to me—I don’t have much time. You don’t know me yet, but it doesn’t matter. Things will spiral out of control soon.”

“Thanos—the purple Titan you mentioned—he’s invaded the Time Variance Authority and stolen several Infinity Stones! Multiple versions of the same Stones existing in one universe will—”

His body flickered like a glitching hologram.

“The TVA… Thor told me to find you… don’t—”

Static filled his voice.

“Trust me, Linen… the future—”

And just like that, Loki vanished into thin air.

Natasha blinked. “That guy… he said Thor sent him? That was Loki, right—Thor’s brother?”

Linen nodded slightly. “I don’t know.”
He had to play dumb. At this point in the timeline, Loki hadn’t yet led the Chitauri invasion of Earth. Pretending ignorance was safer.

But inside, his mind raced.
TVA Loki?
Why had Loki—before becoming the God of Time—appeared now, searching for him?

Did Thanos really attack the TVA and steal the Infinity Stones?
Had he been captured—or was he the one invading?
Why would Thor send Loki to find him?
And who was “Richard”? Could it be Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic from another universe?

The more he thought about it, the worse his headache grew. There were too many questions—and too few answers.

Natasha smiled, sensing his frustration. “There’s no point overthinking. Too few clues, too many unknowns. Come on, let’s grab dinner. I know a great barbecue place.”

Linen nodded. “Alright. My treat.”

The two of them left the car behind, their minds heavy with uncertainty.

Elsewhere — aboard a distant ship.

Loki jolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat.
“Damn it… that dream again!”

Ever since letting go of the Spear of Eternity and being rescued from cosmic turbulence by a mysterious ship’s captain, Loki had been haunted nightly by strange visions: sitting on a throne surrounded by green energy… dozens of other Lokis sharing their stories… even a crocodile version of himself.

Absurd. Impossible.
He was the Loki of this universe — the one and only God of Mischief.

Chuckling, he took a sip of water and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His thoughts wandered to Thor, Odin, Frigga… and the Titan who strangled him to death.

Heh.
When Thor had told him those things on Earth, he’d hesitated — clearly lying.

A knock came at the door.
“Who is it?” Loki asked.

“Loki, the Great Master wants to see you,” came the reply.

“I know.” Loki smiled thinly, forcing his expression into one of charm and confidence.
Maybe he could use the Titan’s power to reclaim everything he’d lost.

He stepped out of the room.

Moments later, a faint shimmer rippled through the air where he’d stood.
A glowing portal opened, and Sylvie stepped through, sword in hand.

She searched the room carefully, muttering to herself, “Loki said he left something here… Could it be that events unfolded differently in this universe? Maybe this version of him hasn’t found it yet.”

Frowning, she checked her time pad, sighed, and vanished in a flash of light.

Meanwhile, on Earth…

In a quiet restaurant, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers sat surrounded by diners chatting about Mysterious Files.

Tony smirked. “This show’s sparked a national craze. Once public attention shifts, you’ll be free to move wherever you want, Cap.”

Steve nodded. “Thanks. But what about that girl, Kelly? I saw the unaired footage — both priests failed to exorcise the spirit.”

“Then we’ll find Linen,” Tony said with a shrug. “The whole show was originally suggested by one of Linen’s senior partners. It was meant to make his paranormal studio famous.”

He grinned. “Now it’s doing double duty — both a distraction and a promotion.”

“And once my interview airs tomorrow, and public curiosity peaks, I’ll step in front of the cameras and endorse Linen myself.”

Tony’s eyes gleamed proudly. “After all, I’m a shareholder in that TV network.”

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Chapter 114 More Money Is Needed!

"That's called the power of the Nine Tails," Naruto said casually. "I originally gave you the little Nine Tails so you could try to use its power under Jiraiya's guidance."

He sighed. "Forget it, you don’t know anything about this anyway. But I didn’t expect that even Jiraiya didn’t value the power of the Nine Tails. That’s really disappointing..."

Even after Naruto’s reminder, Jiraiya stiffly replied, "That little Nine Tails is only the size of a palm. What kind of power could it possibly have?"

Naruto shook his head and said, "The little Nine Tails’ chakra will keep growing stronger until it returns to its peak state."

"What?!" Jiraiya’s eyes widened in surprise. "It seems I really was careless."

Seeing one of the Three Legendary Sannin admit his mistake was almost unbelievable to Sasuke and Sakura.

After all, their teachers were Sannin themselves—Sasuke’s mentor was Jiraiya, and Sakura’s teacher was Tsunade. They both knew just how powerful and respected the Sannin were.

Even the Third Hokage, Sarutobi Hiruzen, had begged Jiraiya to become the next Hokage—but Jiraiya refused. Then he asked Tsunade, who also turned him down at first.

The fact that such people could reject the position of Hokage—the leader of one of the Five Great Ninja Villages—only showed how legendary the Sannin truly were.

And yet, here was Jiraiya, admitting fault in front of Naruto.

It made Sasuke and Sakura question reality itself.
Were they really the same age as Naruto?

Naruto scratched his head and said, "Forget it. I didn’t plan to let you guide the Jinchūriki anyway."

"Nani?" Jiraiya blinked. "What’s that supposed to mean, kid? You think you’re more qualified to teach disciples than me?"

Naruto shook his head. "I don’t know how to teach disciples at all. In that sense, you’re definitely better than me. But when it comes to tailed beasts... I might know a bit more than you."

Jiraiya nodded quickly, unwilling to embarrass himself in front of his students.

Naruto then turned to Sakura and asked, "Sakura-chan, have you met that big-breasted woman?"

Jiraiya: "..."

Sasuke: "..."

Hearing this, Sakura’s expression turned awkward, but she still replied honestly, "Yes, and I’ve already become her disciple."

That’s right—Sakura had successfully become Tsunade’s student, using the “method” Naruto had told her about.

The scene back then went like this:

Tsunade crossed her arms under her chest and smirked. "Why should I accept you as my disciple?"

Boom!

Sakura slammed her suitcase onto the table, opened it, and revealed stacks of cash. She said sincerely, "This is my tuition for the year."

Tsunade’s expression shifted, and she covered her mouth in surprise. "Ahem~ Even so, I can’t just accept you as my disciple. I am one of the Sannin, you know!"

Sakura frowned. "Really? Then what do I need to do to become your disciple?"

At that moment, she thought of Naruto’s advice: “You must become her apprentice. Otherwise, you’ll never be able to grow stronger.”

Tsunade thought for a moment, then said, "Show me your chakra control and talent. Let me see if you’re worth teaching."

She paused, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Also... one more condition."

Sakura bowed respectfully. "Please, tell me."

Tsunade coughed and said firmly, "You’ll have to... pay extra!"

Sakura: "..."

And just like that, Sakura became Tsunade’s disciple.

Naruto nodded in satisfaction after hearing Sakura’s story.
Good. Everything was going as he expected.

He patted her shoulder and said, "Sakura, train hard in the Strength of a Hundred Technique. Once you’ve mastered it, I’ll get you a little Nine Tails to play with."

Jiraiya, who was eavesdropping: "..."

What the hell is this kid saying?

Is he... wholesaling tailed beasts now?

After all, that kind of thing was absurd!
Who sells tailed beasts wholesale?!
And the Nine Tails, of all things—the strongest of them all!

But then again...
Naruto was too mysterious for him to question further.

Meanwhile, Sasuke, impatient as ever, asked, "Naruto, how can we control the power of the Nine Tails?"

Seeing Sasuke’s serious expression, Naruto finally remembered what he wanted to teach him.

"Oh, that’s simple," Naruto said. "All you need is for the Nine Tails inside you to willingly lend you its chakra. Then, you absorb that chakra with your own will, and you’ll be able to enter the Nine Tails Mode."

So that golden glow was the Nine Tails Mode? Jiraiya thought, rubbing his chin.
But the tailed beast has to willingly lend its chakra—that wouldn’t be easy.

The hatred between tailed beasts and humans can’t be solved overnight.
Especially for something like the Nine Tails, who’s been sealed and abused by humans for decades.

Could Naruto really communicate with a tailed beast so peacefully?
Minato’s son was becoming more and more of a mystery to him.

As Naruto expected, Sasuke asked again how to control the power.

So Naruto explained it in detail:
First, the Nine Tails must willingly lend its chakra.
Then, the Jinchūriki must let the beast release control of that chakra.
Finally, the user must act according to their true heart and merge that chakra into their own to enter Nine Tails Mode.

Sasuke frowned. That sounded far too complicated.

But Naruto smiled. "Don’t worry, Sasuke. Since I gave you the little Nine Tails, I won’t let it cause you trouble."

Then, Naruto raised his hand and undid the seal on Sasuke’s abdomen. He looked at the little Nine Tails and said, "Hey, are you willing to lend your chakra to Sasuke?"

Little Nine Tails: "Ha! Who do you think I am, your pet?"

Kurama’s deep voice echoed inside: "You better act like a pet, or I’ll absorb you completely."

Little Nine Tails: "Damn it... I... I will..."

Jiraiya, Sasuke: "..."

Naruto nodded, satisfied. "Good. Then there’s only one problem left to solve."

"It’s a perfect time to test my illusion technique."

"Illusion? Test?" Sasuke repeated nervously, instinctively stepping back.

Naruto frowned. "What? Do I really look that scary?"

Sasuke replied seriously, "Yes. Very scary."

Ever since he learned more from Jiraiya, Sasuke had realized one thing—Naruto was not a normal person.
Any genjutsu Naruto used was bound to be terrifying.

And that alone was enough to make Sasuke wary.
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Chapter 113: So This Guy Can Also Say Thank You?

"I’ve seen you teaching and training others all this time, but I didn’t expect you to be so useless at a critical moment!"

Naruto was watching the battle below when a mocking voice came from behind him.

It turned out that Princess Koyuki Kazahana and the film crew had escaped back to the ship.

Seeing other ninjas fighting while Naruto just stood on deck watching, Koyuki grew dissatisfied.

Before Naruto could respond, Jiraiya—who was also fishing not far away—spoke up first.

Jiraiya chuckled and said, “Even if the enemy attacks, someone still has to stay behind to protect the client.”

Naruto shook his head slightly, finding Koyuki’s attitude unpleasant.

But he didn’t care too much.

After all, he planned to settle down in the Land of Snow eventually, and he would inevitably have to deal with Koyuki again.

Naruto could tolerate her for now.
But if Koyuki ever crossed the line, he’d have no choice but to become the next Doto Kazahana.

Of course, that would be a different kind of “takeover.”

If Doto conquered the Land of Snow, Koyuki and her followers might still have had a chance to reclaim it later.
But if Naruto did it… that would be permanent.

Naruto stopped thinking about it and looked back down at the battle.

At this point, the fight was nearly over.

Karin rushed down in her Nine Tails Chakra Mode, her speed enhanced by the Body Flicker Technique.

None of the Snow Ninja’s weapons or jutsu could even touch her.

All she had to do was close in, strike with her kunai, and another enemy would fall.

It was a one-sided massacre.

After all, Kakashi and Sasuke were not ordinary opponents.
And with Karin in Nine Tails Mode, their side was overwhelmingly strong.

The only weak link was Sakura.

As for the enemy?
They were all just small fry—no one of importance.

Puff!

Karin drove her kunai straight into the last enemy’s chest.
A spray of blood burst out as the Snow Ninja stared at her in horror before collapsing.

Karin’s Nine Tails Mode faded soon after.
Right now, she could only maintain it for a few minutes—but that was more than enough for most fights.

Sasuke stared at her, genuinely surprised by her performance.

He couldn’t figure it out.

He had been training relentlessly… yet the girl who’d once been powerless during the Chūnin Exams had surpassed him in such a short time?

Was she a genius?
Or had she simply outworked him?

Just as he was lost in thought, the crew’s ship suddenly came under attack.

The Snow Ninjas below had only been decoys—fodder meant to distract them.

A shadow streaked across the sky, diving straight toward Princess Koyuki.

“Hahaha~ You actually brought Konoha ninjas as your guards?”
A mocking voice rang out. “But too bad—they’ve already been lured away! Come with us, Princess Koyuki!”

It was Fubuki Kakuyoku, one of Doto Kazahana’s elite subordinates.

The moment Jiraiya spotted her, he immediately formed a Rasengan in his hand and rushed forward.

But two other of Doto’s men appeared from the ship’s side, attacking him from both directions.

“That white-haired old man—don’t get in our way!”

Jiraiya turned toward the voice and saw a massive man in heavy armor—Fuyukuma Hail—charging at him with metal gauntlets.

Not knowing the enemy’s full power, Jiraiya didn’t dare to take the hit head-on.

His Rasengan clashed against the armored man’s punch.

Boom!

Fuyukuma’s expression twisted in pain as the Rasengan’s power blasted him backward, sending him crashing through the ship’s railing and into the sea.

“Oh… so he’s just another small fry,” Jiraiya muttered.

Another Snow Ninja, shocked by how quickly his comrade was taken down, hurriedly formed hand seals.

“Ice Release: White Whale!” he shouted.

A massive narwhal made of ice erupted from the sea, slamming into the ship’s side.

Jiraiya stepped back slightly to brace himself from the impact.

Meanwhile, the fat man who had just been knocked into the sea looked up in confusion.
“???”

At that moment, Fubuki Kakuyoku swooped down, snatched up Princess Koyuki—who was paralyzed with fear—and took off into the sky.

Seeing her succeed, another of Doto’s henchmen, Rouga Nadare, sneered at Jiraiya.

“Haha! I don’t know how strong you are, old man, but our mission’s already complete. You can’t fly, can you?”

After mocking him, Rouga turned to retreat.

But Jiraiya was not someone to trifle with.

Had Rouga fled immediately, he might have escaped.

But the moment he paused to gloat—it was already too late.

Jiraiya dashed forward in an instant, Rasengan spinning in his palm.

Boom!

The jutsu slammed into Rouga’s face with crushing force.

His skull caved in instantly, and his body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.

Being killed instantly by one of the Sannin was hardly surprising.

Even if Rouga Nadare was considered strong, he was at best on Kakashi’s level.
Against Jiraiya, he never stood a chance.

Meanwhile, Fubuki Kakuyoku had already flown far off with Princess Koyuki in her arms.

Jiraiya looked up at the sky with a troubled sigh.
“This is a pain. Naruto, can’t you fly?”

“Huh? How’d you know I can fly?” Naruto asked curiously.

Did Konoha really keep files on him now?

Jiraiya smirked. “You’ve shown off plenty of times. It’s not exactly a secret.”

Naruto sighed helplessly. “Guess I should’ve kept a lower profile.”

He glanced up at Fubuki, who was rising higher into the air, then bent his knees slightly.

In the next second—his figure vanished.

Fubuki froze midair as Naruto appeared right in front of her.

“What?!”

She hadn’t even realized her two teammates had already been defeated—and now, Naruto had suddenly appeared in her path.

No one had ever managed to stop her before.
After all, she could fly!

Naruto raised his hand casually—then slapped her across the face.

Boom!

Fubuki’s vision went dark. Her body slammed into the deck, unconscious.

Before she passed out, her final thought was: “What… just happened? Was I… hit?”

By then, Kakashi and the others had realized something was wrong and hurried back to the ship.

As they arrived, they saw Naruto descending slowly from the sky—holding Princess Koyuki by the collar like a helpless chick.

Koyuki, who had just been carried into the air and nearly abducted, was trembling all over.

She didn’t even comprehend what had happened until Naruto gently set her down.

Still shaking, she hugged herself and whispered, “Th-thank you…”

Then, without another word, she bolted to her cabin and hid under her blankets.

Naruto blinked. “Huh. So she can say thank you.”

Kakashi looked at Rouga’s corpse and frowned slightly—it did look familiar.

Then he glanced at the unconscious Fubuki lying nearby.

“We should be able to get some information out of this one,” Kakashi said, turning to Sakura. “Sakura, take off her armor and tie her up.”

Sakura nodded and moved to restrain Fubuki.

Meanwhile, Sasuke looked at Naruto and asked directly, “Naruto, what was that golden light around your body just now?”
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Chapter 180 Allens And God King Odin

"In the name of the Father, strip away all your abilities, wisdom, knowledge, and the Mind Stone."

In the not-too-distant future, Allens had transformed into a soul form. He witnessed what was about to happen — the god-king Odin displaying his divine might, unleashing the power of a being on the level of a God Father, and erasing all of Allens’ abilities.

Swish.

Allens opened his eyes, his consciousness snapping back to the present. He stood at the center of Odin’s Palace, gazing up at the throne of the All-Father. His body levitated, rising into the air as he flew toward the throne in an instant.

“Ding. The Rise of Heroes System has detected that the host has encountered a powerful being of the God Father level. An escape mission has been issued.”

“Mission Name: Escape from God-King Odin.”

“Upon completion, the host will receive three random rewards.”

The long-silent voice of the Rise of Heroes System echoed in Allens’ mind — concise and without unnecessary explanation, as always.

“Escape from God-King Odin?”

Excitement flashed in Allens’ eyes.

Ever since awakening the Rise of Heroes System, Allens knew that this was his one and only cheat — his true path to power.

Superpowers or any derivative abilities were merely tools to make him stronger — but the system itself was the key.

Allens’ heart surged with anticipation. Every superpower he obtained through the system’s lottery gave him a terrifying leap in strength. Each hero’s power brought unexpected surprises.

Meanwhile, in the Palace of the Queen, the god-king Odin suddenly opened his eyes from his deep slumber. The crystal coffin before him cracked open instantly.

“Great God-King Odin, my husband,” Frigga’s voice was calm but grave. “Will Asgard truly fall into Ragnarök this time?”

Queen Frigga’s strength could not be underestimated. A descendant of witches, she was deeply versed in magic — the perfect partner for the King of Gods.

“Frigga, my love,” Odin said, his lone eye glimmering solemnly. “If we cannot stop that mind — Allens — he may become a disaster for the entire universe.”

In his slumber, Odin had glimpsed the future. Though not as gifted as the Ancient One at foreseeing time, Odin’s divine power as a God Father had shown him enough — he saw Asgard’s Ragnarök.

Swish.

Divine power surged through Odin’s body. A golden armor of divine light formed around him as he strode out of the Queen’s palace.

Tick, tick.

In the great hall of Odin’s Palace, Allens sat upon the throne of the All-Father, looking down at the mechanical watch formed of nanoparticles on his wrist. He smiled faintly as he listened to its steady rhythm.

“Sir, you’ve seen the future. Why are you still sitting here?”
J.A.R.V.I.S’s voice spoke with confusion in Allens’ ear, clearly unable to understand why his master was sitting idly despite knowing what was to come.

“J.A.R.V.I.S,” Allens said with a faint smile, “your condensed mechanical watch — it’s four seconds slow.”

There was a brief silence before J.A.R.V.I.S responded, his tone laced with apology.
“Apologies, sir. A nano-component is slightly misaligned, causing a four-second delay.”

Allens tapped the mechanical watch lightly. A wave of Psychokinesis flowed into it, correcting the misaligned nano-components.

Swish.

Just as he finished the adjustment, golden light flashed across Odin’s Palace. Odin, clad in the golden armor of the God-King, appeared in a blaze of divine brilliance.

“Great King of Asgard, All-Father Odin,” Allens said coolly, still seated upon the throne. “I, Allens, offer you my sincerest respect.”

His tone was respectful — but his posture remained defiant. After all, the strength of a God Father was worthy of respect, but not submission.

“Artificial mind, Allens,” Odin replied calmly, his single eye glinting with both admiration and warning. “Your power surpasses even Hela’s.”

As he spoke, Odin raised his right hand. From the void, a golden chain shot forth like a serpent, wrapping tightly around Allens’ body.

Crash!

Just as Allens had foreseen, the divine Odin Chains bound him instantly, sealing and suppressing all his abilities.

“But you were careless,” Odin said coldly. “Do you even know who you are facing?”

“I am Odin — King of the Gods, the All-Father!”

Even weakened by age and the approach of eternal sleep, Odin’s divine might still radiated absolute authority.

Swish!

A golden flash tore through the air. Gungnir — the Eternal Spear — pierced through Allens’ heart.

“Your greatest failure,” Odin said, catching the returning spear with his hand, “is your arrogance. You were so confident that you didn’t prepare to face the power of a God Father.”

Raising Gungnir high, Odin strode toward the bound Allens. His divine light flared as he chanted solemnly:

“In the name of the Father — I, Odin, All-Father of the Gods.”

“Odin Borson, with the power of Yggdrasil, decree —”

“Strip the enemy before me of all power, all ability, all wisdom and knowledge within his mind!”

As each divine phrase left Odin’s lips, torrents of golden divine energy surged forth, carving runes of power that washed over Allens’ body, tearing away every trace of ability within him.

Psychokinesis, shapeshifting, strength, wisdom, knowledge — everything was being stripped away, exactly as Allens had foreseen.

“God-King Odin... Great Father,” Allens murmured with a faint smirk. “Time... is such a fascinating thing.”

“J.A.R.V.I.S,” he said quietly, his voice laced with irony, “the mechanical watch is four seconds slow.”

The moment those words fell, Odin’s single eye widened in shock — his divine pupils contracting instantly.
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Chapter 179: The Future Predicted By The Big Clock

Earth — once Tony Stark’s private villa — had now been transformed into a state-of-the-art laboratory by Allens.

Inside the lab, a massive golden clock suddenly released a brilliant flash of light.

This was the Big Clock, Allens’ proudest creation — a pinnacle of his genius. Though it appeared to be a simple clock, its core modules contained the Time Manipulation System and the Future Prediction Engine.

The moment Allens defeated the Horse-Faced Thor, the Big Clock’s future prediction module activated. A golden radiance flickered, and the Big Clock slipped into the complex threads of the timeline — like a single drop falling into an infinite river.

Within that timeline, the Big Clock foresaw a near-future event and immediately issued a warning to its master.

Bound directly to Allens’ spiritual consciousness, the Big Clock could instantly draw his mind into the future it observed, allowing him to witness what was to come.
Though his natural power of precognition had long been sealed, Allens had recreated it through sheer intellect — engineering a technological version of future-sight using his own brainpower.

At that moment, within the predicted future, Allens’ consciousness descended.
He watched himself bound by the Chains of Odin, pierced through the heart by Gungnir, the Eternal Spear — his expression calm and emotionless.

By this point in the timeline, Allens had accumulated a terrifying collection of powers — psychokinesis, shapeshifting, and the perception of universal laws.

He had inherited Tony Stark’s genius and the Wisdom of Iron Man, possessed intelligence a thousand times greater than that of any human, the strength of the Abomination, the powers of Loki, the immortality gifted by Deadpool from another reality, and above all — mastery over time itself.

Even without the “Rise of Heroes” system, Allens’ strength had already surpassed that of any version of himself from previous timelines.

So, even as the Eternal Spear impaled his heart, he showed no reaction.
Across from him, Odin — the All-Father — stood radiant and solemn, divine light spilling from every pore.

“Allens the Intellect, I know of your immortality. In this universe, aside from the Six Infinity Stones, nothing can kill you. Even I can only seal you.”

Odin’s golden aura flared like a miniature sun, flooding the hall with divine brilliance.

As ruler of the Nine Realms, Odin’s power was that of a peak All-Father. Though age had dimmed his might, the divine energy flowing within him still placed him firmly among the most powerful beings in existence.

“The Avengers of the future truly astound me,” Odin said coldly. “They tampered recklessly with the quantum realm in their quest for victory, ignorant of the Pandora’s Box they had opened.
Their actions fractured the timeline, birthing countless branches… and in doing so, they opened the gates to the Multiverse itself.
Through their arrogance, beings from other cosmic dimensions have begun to gaze into our universe.”

Odin’s tone carried both anger and sorrow. His divine sight had long shown him the future of Midgard’s heroes, yet even he could not intervene. The Avengers’ reckless actions had altered reality itself — transforming what was once a singular universe into a boundless Multiverse.

After a moment of silence, Odin’s expression softened slightly as he regarded Allens.
For all his fury, the All-Father could not help but feel a trace of admiration.

That a mortal from Midgard had invaded Asgard itself… such a thing was unheard of.

In the vision of the future, Odin saw the year 2012 as the turning point — the moment when the world would fall into chaos, ruled by Sentries and by Allens himself.

“Allens the Intellect,” Odin said gravely, “I once stood upon the highest branch of Yggdrasil and looked down upon the universe. Yet never have I encountered a being so dangerous as you — one whose potential surpasses even the Eternal Titans.”

Odin’s voice was heavy with truth.
Even Hela, his own daughter and the Goddess of Death, could not compare to Allens in terms of potential or ambition.

Allens chuckled coldly. “A super criminal? Odin, you speak as if you’re pure. You waged wars across the Nine Realms, slaughtered countless pantheons, and called it conquest. Tell me — how is that any different from me?”

His voice dripped with mockery. Though trapped, he showed no hint of fear.
After all, in this world of gods and heroes, power alone defined justice.

Even Thanos — in the future — would annihilate nearly all heroes and villains alike.
In his eyes, ‘hero’ and ‘criminal’ were nothing more than empty labels.

“Odin, don’t waste your grand speeches. You’re only trying to shake my resolve… to make me lose control, so you can claim the Mind Stone for yourself.”

Allens’ enhanced intellect had already deduced the All-Father’s intent.
Odin’s gaze lingered briefly on the glowing Mind Stone embedded in Allens’ forehead.

The All-Father was many things — warrior, king, and, above all, collector of power.

“Hmph, Allens the Intellect, your strength is indeed immense… but you have not yet reached the realm of the true All-Father.”

Odin’s expression hardened. He stopped holding back.
The Chains of Odin tightened, sealing away Allens’ powers as the All-Father raised Gungnir.

“In the name of the Father,” Odin’s voice thundered.
“In the name of the God-King.”
“I, Odin of Asgard, Lord of the Nine Realms, command in the name of the Aesir!”

“Deprive Allens the Intellect of his divine power!”

A beam of golden light burst from Gungnir, piercing through Allens’ chest.
Instantly, he felt his divine energy fading.

“Strip him of all superhuman abilities!”

The runes engraved on Gungnir flared one by one, weaving divine sigils around Allens’ body.
Each flash drained another fragment of his strength.

“Deprive him of the Light of Wisdom — of all knowledge and infinite intellect!”

Countless golden streams of power pierced through him.
Every strike robbed him of another ability — until the light within him dimmed completely.

Finally, Odin raised his hand in solemn decree.

“In the name of the Father — Allens the Intellect — you are hereby exiled into the endless void of deep space.
For all eternity, you shall wander without return.”
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Chapter 1084 I Have Always Been Your Loyal Fan

Ma Li was an enthusiastic and cheerful reporter, though she couldn’t help feeling a little nervous about this rare opportunity.

She handed a pen and paper to Su Luo with a bright smile.
“Mr. Su Luo, could you please sign this for me? I’ve always been one of your loyal fans.”

Su Luo accepted the pen and paper, meeting Ma Li’s sincere gaze. Smiling warmly, he said,
“Thank you for your support. Fans like you are our greatest motivation and pride.”

With smooth and steady movements, he signed his name neatly before returning the pen to Ma Li.

Ma Li accepted the autograph with excitement, knowing this would become one of her most treasured memories.

“Thank you for supporting both our team and me personally,” Su Luo said with a gentle smile. “As players, we hope to bring more glory and joy to our fans. I also hope you’ll continue to support us.”

Hearing that, Ma Li eagerly seized the opportunity.
“Mr. Su Luo, can I ask one more thing? Would you consider helping us create a bit of a celebrity effect? I believe your influence can inspire more young people to join our team. Being your fan is honestly the proudest thing I’ve ever done!”

Su Luo smiled softly at her request. He understood the responsibility that came with being a public figure — not just to perform well on the pitch, but also to inspire others in a positive way.

After a moment of thought, he replied,
“Miss Ma Li, your passion and support for football truly make me happy. I’m honored to hold a special place in your heart. As a player, my duty is to bring exciting performances to the fans and to always give my best on the field.”

Ma Li’s eyes shimmered with emotion. Hearing Su Luo’s words and feeling his sincerity, she was deeply moved.
“Thank you, Mr. Su Luo. I’ll always support you and the team — and cheer for you from the stands!”

Su Luo nodded with a kind smile, feeling Ma Li’s genuine enthusiasm.
“I believe we’ll continue to perform our best on the field and bring more glory to everyone. Thank you for your unwavering support.”

After signing and chatting, the formal interview began.

Su Luo and Ma Li discussed football, life, and his expectations for upcoming matches. Su Luo demonstrated his professionalism, leadership, and sense of responsibility as the team’s key player, while Ma Li asked thoughtful and engaging questions from a reporter’s perspective.

A warm feeling filled Su Luo’s heart. He realized that this exchange wasn’t just another interview — it was a meaningful moment for both him and a devoted fan.

Handing back the pen and paper, Su Luo said with a smile,
“Ms. Ma Li, thank you for your continued support. I truly appreciate your enthusiasm and loyalty — it means a lot to me.”

Ma Li looked down at the autograph in her hands, eyes shining with excitement. Carefully, she folded the paper and held it close.
“Mr. Su Luo, this will be my most precious memory,” she said emotionally.

A sense of friendship and mutual respect lingered between them.

Seeing the tears glimmering in Ma Li’s eyes, Su Luo felt a quiet satisfaction and warmth in his heart.

As a footballer, he had always hoped to spread positivity and inspire more people who shared his love for the sport.

“Whenever you need my help or want to arrange another interview, feel free to reach out,” Su Luo said sincerely.

Ma Li was so touched that for a moment she couldn’t find the words. Her eyes sparkled with admiration and gratitude for Su Luo.
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Chapter 1083: Your Thoughts On The Game?

Reporter Ma Li asked curiously, “So, what are your expectations for Dortmund this season?”

A spark of excitement flashed in Su Luo’s eyes. “My expectations are simple and clear — to help the team achieve more victories and chase success in every competition. I sincerely hope to make history with my teammates instead of being satisfied with our past results.”

Reporter Ma Li could feel Su Luo’s strong motivation and genuine desire for the team’s success. She couldn’t help but be impressed by his positive attitude.

“Thank you for sharing that, Mr. Su Luo,” said Ma Li with a smile.

Su Luo nodded and smiled. “You’re welcome.”

The atmosphere at the interview was filled with positivity. The exchange between Su Luo and Ma Li was lively, and their interaction radiated a sincere passion for football.

They continued discussing Dortmund’s preparations for the upcoming season and the performance of other key players on the team. Su Luo answered each question thoughtfully, showing both his leadership and his deep sense of responsibility as a team figure.

The sunlight broke through the clouds, spilling across the training ground and turning the grass a vibrant green.

Su Luo and Hagen stood on the pitch, both wearing their Dortmund training kits.

“Hagen,” Su Luo suggested, “I think you should try more one-on-one individual training. It’s really helpful for improving personal skills and awareness.”

Hagen nodded seriously. “Good idea, Su Luo. I want to make better use of my strengths as well.”

The two walked to the sideline and began passing the ball. Every pass landed precisely at the other’s feet, their coordination smooth and natural — as if they had practiced together countless times.

Su Luo noticed Hagen’s stance was a little stiff while receiving the ball and gently reminded him, “Hagen, try to relax a bit when controlling the ball. Keep your body balanced.”

Hagen followed his advice, adjusting his movements and relaxing his body. Instantly, his ball control felt smoother and more natural.

“What insights did you gain from our last match?” Hagen asked.

Su Luo stopped and thought for a moment before replying with a smile. “During the match, I realized I sometimes delayed my passes, which gave our opponents chances to intercept. I also think there’s room for improvement in our attacking rhythm — especially in controlling the tempo and identifying passing lanes. Overall, we need to be more precise and decisive in our execution.”

Hagen listened intently, absorbing Su Luo’s analysis and reflecting on it.

Seeing his focus, Su Luo encouraged him, “Hagen, you’re an outstanding player with great attacking potential. Individual training can help you uncover even more of your strengths. Believe in yourself — don’t be afraid to try new techniques and tactics in training. That’s how you become stronger.”

A determined light flashed in Hagen’s eyes. “Thank you for the encouragement, Su Luo. I’ll definitely put your advice into practice.”

After training, Su Luo and his teammates returned to the locker room to rest. Before long, they received a notice from the club — they were to head to the media room for interviews.

Su Luo followed his teammates into the interview hall, where a young female reporter was already waiting, preparing to begin her questions.
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Chapter 56

“Nemesis, the Goddess of Vengeance?”

Nick Fury frowned in the theater when he heard the woman introduce herself.

He had never heard of a “Goddess of Vengeance” named Nemesis — that name didn’t appear in Norse mythology or any other mythos he knew of.

“So… all of Linen’s powers come from her?”

He turned his gaze back to the big screen, suspicion written all over his face. The video continued to play.

“You mean, you destroyed countless parallel Earths?”

Facing Linen’s question, Nemesis replied softly, “Not just countless parallel Earths — I destroyed countless parallel universes.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Do I need a reason to act on a whim?”

Lifting Linen’s chin, Nemesis smiled faintly. “Little one, you must understand — a true god needs no reason for anything.”

“If you insist on having one… then perhaps every planet that gives birth to life is already full of sin. Is that reason enough for you?”

“Originally, I intended to erase this universe as well. But then I discovered something curious — as the anchor of this world, you do not exist in any other universe.”

After saying this, Nemesis released his grip and said, “That’s quite unusual. You see, most universes end in destruction.”

“So, little one, I’m curious — will this universe share the same fate as the others?”

“Now then, you have two choices.”

As she spoke, Nemesis raised both hands, and two glowing orbs — one white and one gold — appeared in her pale, jade-like palms.

“Choose the white orb, and I’ll take you back to my dimension. There, you’ll gain an immortal soul and anything you desire.”

“Of course, the price is that this Universe-847 will be destroyed by me.”

“If you choose the golden orb, I will make you my messenger — the Messenger of the Goddess of Vengeance. You will receive a portion of my power and time to grow.”

“In return, all you must do is offer me one evil soul after another.”

Then Nemesis smiled mischievously. “Of course, if you choose the golden orb, you’ll also face me as a challenger. Every so often, you must fight me. If your growth doesn’t satisfy me, you’ll endure a punishment far worse than death.”

“Believe me — pain from the soul is not something you’ll ever forget.”

After speaking, Nemesis raised her hand, and the two glowing orbs floated before Linen.

“Now, make your choice, little one.”

Linen stared silently at the two light spheres for a few seconds. “Why me?”

“Before you, I’ve chosen many messengers,” Nemesis said, her tone indifferent. “But none of them could withstand the punishments. They broke down, gave up, and ended their lives. And with their deaths, their universes perished too.”

“Your soul is unique, so I’m giving you a chance. Don’t disappoint me.”

“After all, eternal life is dull — I can only seek my amusement where I find it.”

Listening to her words, Linen’s expression hardened. He raised his head and reached out for the golden orb without hesitation.

The moment his hand touched it, the golden light surged into his body, transforming him into a radiant golden figure.

When the glow faded, Nemesis conjured a necklace inlaid with a golden gem. It floated gently toward him.

“Keep this with you. When the gem glows, it means it’s time for your next challenge.”

“Heh… don’t let me down, little one.”

Chuckling, Nemesis turned toward the Digital Gang. “Since you’ve chosen the latter path, I’ll take care of your little problem.”

Linen was about to speak when Nemesis suddenly turned back, raised her hand, and mimicked a cat’s gesture, whispering playfully, “Meow~.”

The moment that sound reached his ears, Linen’s pupils constricted sharply.

In the theater, everyone shivered.

That meow — it was identical to the cry of the little calico cat Linen had cared for since childhood!

“Oh my God…” Tony Stark muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “That little calico cat… was Nemesis all along?”

“So she chose Linen from the start? No wonder she always called him ‘little guy’ — that’s what Linen used to call that cat!”

On screen, Nemesis casually waved her hand, erasing the entire Digital Gang in an instant.

Natasha leaned back, frowning deeply.

No wonder — when I investigated Linen’s past, I found that the Digital Gang was wiped out when he was sixteen. But no matter how deep I dug, I couldn’t find the killer.

So it was the Goddess of Vengeance all along…

The scene shifted — a montage of photographs appeared.

Linen, wearing a dark judge’s coat, executed one sinful criminal after another.

But the police could never identify the murderer, and the causes of death were bizarre beyond explanation. Since every victim was an evil person, and there were no witnesses, the NYPD classified the cases as unsolved.

Nick Fury nodded quietly. “No wonder I never heard any new rumors about ‘The Judge’ in the past two years… so that’s what happened.”

The video continued.

Linen now stood on a rooftop in his Judge uniform, overlooking two armored figures battling near Stark Industries.

Tony’s eyes widened. “So when I fought Obadiah Stane… Linen was there, watching from a nearby building.”

“He knew Stane was guilty — that’s why he didn’t interfere.”

The scene transitioned again — to a university campus.

Linen appeared cheerful, popular among classmates, seemingly untouched by the tragedies of his childhood.

But when he reached a stairwell corner, the necklace on his chest began to glow.

He quietly stepped into an empty classroom, gripped the gem, and vanished in a flash of light.

Moments later, he stood in the middle of a dazzling cosmic realm, hurling waves of magic at Nemesis — all of which she dispersed effortlessly.

“Impressive, little one,” Nemesis said with a smile, watching him rise despite bleeding from the mouth. “Your growth is remarkable. But I’m still not satisfied.”

She waved her hand — Linen’s soul was torn from his body and suspended among the stars. Countless glowing needles pierced his spirit, and golden fire engulfed him.

“My God…”

In the theater, Wanda covered her mouth in horror as Linen writhed in agony.

Even through unbearable torment, he clenched his teeth and refused to beg for mercy.

Everyone in the theater gasped, unable to imagine the pain of soul-burning fire.

When Nemesis finally ended the punishment, Linen’s soul returned to his body, drenched in sweat.

But his next words silenced the entire room.

“It’s not too late for you to regret this,” Nemesis taunted. “That Earth full of sin and evil isn’t worth your suffering.”

Breathing heavily, Linen lifted his head, eyes filled with resolve.

“No matter how much power I gain, you’ll never be satisfied.”

“For two years, after every challenge, I’ve endured this same soul-burning agony.”

“The truth is, you’re not testing me — you’re trying to break me, to make me surrender and become your slave.”

“If I’m right, your past messengers killed themselves after realizing this.”

Nemesis didn’t deny it. She simply laughed. “You’re clever. But since you’re so smart, you should know — giving up is your best option.”

“Give up? Ha…”

Linen laughed softly.

“When I was four, I gave up on right and wrong — just to steal a stranger’s wallet so my adoptive father wouldn’t beat me.”

“When I was six, I gave up my conscience — yet he still hung me up and whipped me.”

“When I was twelve, I could’ve ignored that dying girl — but I saved her and got locked in a dog cage.”

“When I was sixteen, you gave me power. If I had given up and used it selfishly, I wouldn’t have to wash dishes every night after class.”

“Now I’m nineteen, and you want me to give up again?”

He straightened slowly, meeting her gaze.

“The power you gave me isn’t a gift — it’s a curse. But even so, I’ve never once given up.”

“You’re right — Earth is full of sin and ugliness. But I’ve seen the most beautiful flowers bloom in spring. I’ve heard the sweetest birdsong. I’ve seen people in love, and parents willing to give everything for their children.”

“As a god, you’ve never experienced any of that.”

Nemesis’s smile faded.

“Little one, you’ve never experienced them either.”

“But I’ve seen them,” Linen said with a bright, sincere smile. “And that’s enough.”

“Someone has to protect the beauty of this world — even if I’ve never had it myself. Even if it means enduring this endless curse again and again.”

Everyone in the theater fell silent.

Even Nick Fury, hardened by years of duty, felt his hands tremble slightly.

For the first time, he remembered that there was still beauty left in the world he’d spent years protecting.

Steve Rogers clenched his fists and smiled. “That’s a real hero.”

It was comforting to know — the world seventy years after him still had people like this.

People like Linen.

Wanda’s eyes sparkled. “Is this… my future husband?” she whispered softly, entranced by his determination.

On screen, Nemesis smirked.

“Interesting little one. I hope you can endure the next punishment and keep standing.”

“Otherwise… I’ll destroy your universe myself.”

With a wave of her hand, Linen vanished into the stars.

Moments later, three cloaked figures appeared beside Nemesis.

“Is this the new messenger you chose?” one of them asked. “He’s far more interesting than the last ones.”

Nemesis smiled faintly. “Perhaps. Let’s hope he doesn’t disappoint me.”
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Chapter 55

In the cinema.

After arriving, Wanda instinctively found a seat and sat down.

During this period, through the mysterious videos, Wanda had already learned many things that would happen in the future.
But perhaps only she had noticed—Linen appeared in every single one of them.

To Wanda, Linen was a mystery. After all, in those videos, she and he would one day have two children together.

She didn’t doubt it—not because she was only sixteen and easily believed such things, but because deep down, she knew how much she longed for a complete family.

As the lights in the cinema dimmed, the screen flickered to life.

The first image that appeared was the entrance to an orphanage.
A black man stepped out, holding the hand of a small Asian boy—no more than five years old.

“Is that… Linen?” Wanda murmured curiously.

Natasha, Nick Fury, and Tony Stark immediately recognized him.

The little boy being led away was indeed Linen. They knew because they had already investigated him before—each of them had seen photos of him as a child.

“Looks like it’s showing his past,” Natasha said, sitting up straight. This was the first time the theater’s mysterious “spoiler system” had ever revealed someone’s past.

The scene shifted.

A young Linen was wandering the streets of Queens, attempting to steal wallets from passersby. Each time, just as he succeeded—or was about to—he hesitated, then called out to return the wallet.

By the time evening came, with nothing in his hands, he trudged home with his head hung low.

“Meow… meow…”

At the door, a small stray cat cried softly at him.

Seeing the cat, the frail little boy crouched down and gently patted its head, whispering,
“Sorry, little Sanhua… I didn’t manage to steal a wallet today. Charles probably won’t give me dinner, so I can’t feed you.”

The cat purred contentedly under his touch—but was soon interrupted by a harsh shout from inside the house.

Hearing the man’s voice, Linen bit his lip nervously. Fear flashed in his eyes, but he still opened the door and stepped inside.

Inside, the black man who had adopted him—one of the Numbers Gang—was furious that Linen had come back empty-handed. He hurled curses and beatings at the boy.

“F***ing useless! I’ve raised you all this time and you can’t even steal one damn wallet? You’re worse than a pig!”

Under the rain of insults and blows, the thin boy just bit his lips and lowered his head silently.

When the man was finally tired of yelling, he shoved him away.

Linen staggered back to his tiny room, clutching his aching stomach.
Curled up on the bed, he hugged his knees tightly, tears rolling silently down his cheeks—yet stubbornly refusing to fall.

In the theater, Wanda’s eyes welled up.
Seeing the little boy’s frail but defiant expression filled her heart with pain.

Was this the kind of life Linen went through?
Oh my god…

In another theater, Steve Rogers sat stiffly while Tony Stark clenched his fists in anger.

No wonder Linen had gone berserk when he learned the Blood Parrot Gang was kidnapping and selling children.
No wonder he personally led the raid that wiped out their entire trafficking network.

Now it all made sense.

Even Natasha, who had seen more pain than most, felt her heart tighten.

My childhood wasn’t much better, she thought. No wonder he became a “Judge” who never shows mercy to the wicked.

A person’s heroism isn’t in their words, but in their actions.

The scene shifted to the next morning.

The black man left the house, leaving only half a sausage on the table.

Starving, Linen crawled down from the attic, drank water straight from the faucet, and reached for the sausage—only to hear the familiar meow outside.

He opened the door to find the little calico cat still waiting, looking just as hungry as he was.

He hesitated, then knelt down and handed the sausage to the cat.

Under the warm morning sunlight, the boy’s stomach growled as he watched the cat eat.
It was a bittersweet image—both tender and heartbreaking.

Everyone in the theater felt a pang of sorrow.

Time fast-forwarded. Linen, now around ten, stood before the same table.
The black man sneered, “I told you to steal wallets—still nothing. Told you to deliver flour to customers—refused even under a beating!”

He threw a pamphlet in the boy’s face. “You Asians are supposed to be smart, right? Fine. Go to school.
That fool Obadiah Stane donated a fortune to some charity foundation. They pay a monthly stipend to ‘gifted kids.’”

“You better make use of it, idiot. If you don’t bring home that money, I’ll sell you to the traffickers and ship you to Eastern Europe!”

Nine-year-old Linen nodded silently.

As he left the house, the morning light hit his face.
The calico cat had grown strong now—but still ran up to rub against his legs, purring happily.
And as always, the shadows in Linen’s eyes melted when he saw her.

Tony Stark froze at the name “Obadiah Stane.”

He knew that Stane had set up charity foundations to dodge taxes—but he hadn’t realized that Linen had been one of the children helped by it.

If not for that money, Tony couldn’t even imagine what would’ve happened to him.

He exhaled heavily, sinking back into his seat, feeling an emotion he rarely admitted—guilt.

Across the room, Wanda clasped her hands together, silently praying for Linen.

The montage continued:
Linen excelled in every class. Most of his prize money went to the black man, who still beat him—but less often now. Life seemed slightly less cruel.

At sixteen, after earning some cash washing dishes, Linen sat alone on a flight of empty steps, watching the sunset.

It was beautiful—but from his expression, everyone could tell he didn’t want to go home.

Yet, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he picked up his bag and trudged toward that same house.

That cage.

Just as he reached the door, a woman’s terrified scream echoed from the alley.

Without hesitation, he dropped his bag and ran.

In the shadows, a burly man was tearing at a woman’s clothes with a lewd grin.
When he heard footsteps, he spun around, then sneered in relief at the sight of Linen.

“Well, well. The Numbers Gang’s useless brat. What the hell are you gonna do—make a scene?”

“Get lost, before I break your damn legs!”

“Drake, let her go!” Linen shouted. “I just saw NYPD officers nearby—they’re headed this way!”

Drake laughed. “You think I’d fall for that again? Last time you pulled the same trick!”

He pulled a pistol from behind his belt. “One more step, and I’ll blow your brains out!”

Linen froze, trembling slightly—but when the woman screamed again, he clenched his fists.

He spotted a beer bottle in the trash can, grabbed it, and charged.

Crash!

The bottle shattered against Drake’s skull.
Blood streamed down his face.

“You little bastard!” Drake roared, firing three times in rage.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunfire echoed through the theater.
Wanda gasped, covering her mouth.
Tony shot to his feet, trembling with fury.

“Goddamn it!” he shouted.

Steve Rogers inhaled sharply. He saw himself in that moment—scrawny, hopelessly outmatched, yet still refusing to back down.

If it were me, he thought, I’d have done the same thing.

Nick Fury frowned. Those bullets had hit Linen straight in the heart.
So if he had died… then who was the Linen they knew now?

Then, something strange happened.

The terrified woman suddenly stopped screaming. A smirk crept across her face.

Drake, still holding the smoking gun, froze mid-motion—literally. Even the muzzle flash was suspended in the air.

The woman approached Linen’s body, eyes glowing faintly.

With a wave of her hand, the bullets flew out of his chest and the wounds sealed instantly—leaving no scars.

Linen gasped, eyes fluttering open. “I… I’m not dead?”

“Indeed, you were,” the woman said softly. “But I brought you back.”

She caressed his face, smiling. “Such an interesting little thing. I couldn’t bear to let you die.”

He backed away warily. “Who are you? What is all this?”

“You can call me Nemesis,” she said, her voice echoing with divine power. “But the so-called gods… they kneel before me and call me the Goddess of Vengeance.”

She snapped her fingers.

In an instant, Drake’s flesh peeled from his bones. What remained collapsed into a pile of blood, bones, and organs.

Linen’s eyes widened in horror. “Oh my god…”

“Originally, I was going to destroy this planet,” Nemesis said with a cold smile. “You know, I’ve wiped out countless Earths—and even parallel universes.”

“But your presence… intrigues me.”

She lifted his chin with one delicate finger, her tone both seductive and dangerous.
“Among all the anchors of the multiverse, you’re the most unique.”

“Your soul is… pure in a way I’ve never seen. For the first time, I find myself curious.”

“So, little mortal… consider yourself lucky.”

“With you here, Earth gets to live another day.”
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Chapter 112 Snow Ninja

"If you're sleepy, just keep resting. I've already healed your injuries."

Under Karin’s gentle reassurance, Haruno Sakura gradually woke up.

She gritted her teeth, suddenly stood up, and rushed out of the room.

Seeing this, Karin became a little nervous.

After all, she knew Naruto kind of liked Sakura.

What if Sakura lost her mind and jumped into the sea or did something rash?

But when she followed her out, she found that Sakura was simply training.

Sakura murmured to herself, “When I become stronger, I’ll crush you.”

It seemed she had really taken the blow hard.

Hearing her words, Karin subconsciously hugged her chest, feeling a sudden sense of crisis.

Naruto definitely wouldn’t like it if she got beaten up.

After all, compared to that figure, hers was just a little more curvy and comfortable to hold.

So Karin also began practicing some of the basic ninjutsu that Naruto had taught her.

Under the moonlight, two young and beautiful kunoichi trained fiercely together.

Inside the cabin, a group of current and former Konoha shinobi gathered around.

“As a kid, it’s better not to drink,” Jiraiya said, staring at Naruto, who was tasting sake.

Naruto took a small sip, shook his head, and set the cup down.

Compared to the alcohol from his previous life, the wine here wasn’t all that good.

After all, this world was focused on war—most people spent their energy training, researching jutsu, and fighting.

Few had the luxury to develop a real brewing culture.

The difference was understandable.

Regarding Jiraiya’s warning, Naruto replied casually, “What’s the problem? I’m not a Konoha shinobi anymore. I have no mission.”

Kakashi, looking through the window at the two girls training outside, asked lazily, “Is it really okay for them to go at it like that?”

Since he was on a mission, Kakashi couldn’t drink.

Jiraiya, on the other hand, did—because for him, drinking with his apprentice counted as “experience.”

“It’s fine,” Naruto said calmly, though a little nervous inside. “As long as they don’t attack me.”

“Hahahaha~” Jiraiya burst out laughing. “Serves you right, being such a carefree pervert!”

Naruto clicked his tongue. “Says the man who peeps at the women’s bathhouse.”

Jiraiya coughed and turned away, pretending not to hear.

Tsunade and Kato Dan were indeed lovers once—but it ended badly. Maybe that was why Tsunade had little patience for Jiraiya’s bad habits.

“Right,” Naruto suddenly remembered something. He turned to Sasuke, who was quietly eating. “How’s your training going lately?”

Maybe it was out of habit, but Naruto and Sasuke didn’t interact like equals—they acted more like instructor and student.

Though in truth, they were also close friends.

So when it came to training, they naturally slipped into that dynamic.

Sasuke looked up at him and said coolly, “I can show my strength, but I won’t spar with you.”

“Oh?” Naruto raised a brow. “Where’s our fearless Second Pillar gone?”

Sasuke’s face darkened. He remembered how many times he’d challenged Naruto—only to lose miserably each time.

After following Jiraiya and learning more, Sasuke had gained perspective.

Naruto was strong enough to defeat four Kage-level opponents.

He was already among the top fighters in the entire ninja world.

Sasuke, meanwhile, was still just an ordinary Uchiha.

According to Jiraiya, Sasuke might reach Naruto’s level someday—but that was still far away.

Right now? No way.

Sasuke activated his Three Tomoe Sharingan.

Naruto rubbed his chin and nodded approvingly.

Not bad.

It seemed Sasuke had learned a proper training method for his Sharingan somewhere.

Otherwise, by this point in the original story, he would’ve still had only two tomoe.

The third tomoe didn’t awaken until later—after defecting from Konoha, being influenced by Orochimaru’s curse mark, and fighting Naruto at the Valley of the End.

“You’re still a long way from Uchiha Itachi,” Naruto reminded him. “Don’t think about challenging him just yet.”

At the mention of his brother, Sasuke lowered his head, unable to hide his hatred.

He whispered, “That’s what Jiraiya-sensei keeps telling me too.”

Naruto then asked about the Nine Tails.

But Sasuke and Jiraiya knew nothing about that.

Naruto’s seal was far too strong—the little Nine Tails couldn’t even make a ripple.

And neither of them had paid much attention to the fox’s power anyway.

Naruto sighed softly. It seemed he’d have to handle that later.

According to his plan, once he defeated Doto Kazahana, the Snow Country’s ruler, he’d trigger the Nine Tails’ power in front of Sasuke.

Once Sasuke saw it, his curiosity and ambition would ignite.

Then he’d come to Naruto for answers—and that’s when Naruto would use genjutsu to guide him, helping him face his inner self and learn to control the Nine Tails’ chakra.

With both Uchiha blood and the Nine Tails’ power, Sasuke’s strength would skyrocket.

After gaining more battle experience, he could even reach Kage level.

And at that level, Sasuke could challenge Itachi.

Not to defeat him—but to be acknowledged by him.

Because Itachi would never truly kill Sasuke.

He’d always intended to let his brother win—to free him.

In the end, Itachi’s love was his curse.

He was a successor of the Will of Fire, but to Sasuke… he was also the beast who loved him most.

The Land of Snow was under the rule of Doto Kazahana and his subordinates.

When the film crew arrived with Princess Koyuki Kazahana, Doto’s spies quickly learned of it.

But because Naruto had disrupted the timeline, events no longer followed the original sequence.

The crew reached the Land of Snow and began filming a day before the Snow Ninja arrived.

On the icy shore, as the snow ninjas attacked, the crew fled toward the ship.

Kakashi, Sasuke, and Sakura rushed forward to protect them.

Standing on the ship’s deck, Naruto looked down at the attackers and recognized them as minor enemies—nameless ones who hadn’t even appeared in the original story.

He turned to the red-haired girl beside him and said, “This is your chance, Karin.”

Karin clenched her fist, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes. “I’ve always been the one getting beaten up. This time, I want to see how strong I really am.”
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Chapter 111 Being In The Big Position And Watching The Small Ones

Listening to the noise coming from the room,

Haruno Sakura sighed, rubbing her forehead. “That’s one of our employers. He’s such an unruly guy—sometimes he’s really annoying.”

Of course, Naruto already knew about the princess named Fūnha Koyuki.

He didn’t care much though. He wasn’t here for the mission — he just wanted to find some enemies for Karin to train against, collect a few evil souls, and maybe settle down for a bit in the Land of Snow.

The environment here wasn’t great, but the country’s technology was impressive.

More importantly, it was remote — few ninja ever came here.

A quiet place was perfect for him.

When Jiraiya stepped out and saw Naruto, he was momentarily stunned.

He felt something… indescribable emanating from Naruto.

It was like—

The same pressure he once felt facing Hanzo of the Salamander.

No wonder this kid refused to be his student.

With power this mysterious and overwhelming, Jiraiya could understand why Naruto didn’t want to waste time “playing ninja” under an old man’s supervision.

The other white-haired man was, of course, Hatake Kakashi.

Kakashi, with his usual half-dead eyes, raised a hand lazily in greeting.
“Yo, Naruto. Planning to come back to Konoha anytime soon?”

Sakura perked up immediately, her expression full of concern. She grabbed Naruto’s hand tightly.
“Yeah, Naruto! Please come back. Konoha’s so boring without you around.”

Naruto shook his head. “No, I’m not planning to return for now.”

“Oh…” Kakashi exhaled, sounding neither surprised nor disappointed. He knew nothing he said would change Naruto’s mind — and he couldn’t exactly drag him back by force.

Sakura, however, looked a little dejected.

Then she noticed Karin, who was holding onto Naruto’s arm just as tightly as she was.

The red-haired woman… the one Naruto had saved before.

Sakura tilted her head, studying Karin carefully — something about her felt different.

“Wait… aren’t you the red-haired kunoichi who showed up during the Chūnin Exams?” Sakura asked curiously, walking closer and looking Karin up and down.

Karin blinked, clearly caught off guard. She didn’t really know Sakura that well.

“Yeah,” she replied cautiously. “We’ve met before.”

Her tone made it clear: We’re not exactly close — so don’t get too friendly.

But Sakura, oblivious to the hint, just stared at her in amazement.

Her skin looked… flawless.

Smooth, pale, and glowing — far better than when they’d last met.

Sakura reached out and touched Karin’s cheek in disbelief. The texture was soft and delicate — not even a single pore visible.

Karin instantly tensed up, startled by the sudden contact.

She stepped back in alarm. “W-What are you doing?”

Sakura squinted suspiciously, touching her chin like a detective. “I remember your skin wasn’t this good before… Did you start using some kind of miracle beauty product?”

“What beauty product?” Karin blinked, confused.

Sakura leaned closer, eyes sparkling. “Don’t play dumb! I knew it! Your skin’s way too good! Come on, share it with me, sister~”

She even started acting coquettishly toward Karin.

Karin just looked more and more lost. “I… I really didn’t use anything!”

Sakura pouted. “Come on, just tell me what you’ve been putting on your face!”

Karin frowned, thinking seriously.

After a moment, her gaze shifted to Naruto, who was chatting idly with Sasuke nearby.

Her cheeks reddened slightly.

Sakura froze.

“???”

Then, being Sakura — and therefore not the most innocent mind in the world — realization struck her like lightning.

Her eyes widened.
“You—you—you! You actually… You did that with Naruto?!”

Karin panicked, flustered. “W-We didn’t ‘do that’! I mean—we’re together! N-No! That’s not it! We’re consensual! Wait—no, that sounds worse!”

Sakura’s jaw dropped. “Nani?! How could you?! I mean— I knew Naruto before you even showed up!”

Karin tilted her head calmly. “Maybe Naruto-kun just doesn’t like you?”

That one hit right in the ego.

Sakura’s temper flared instantly. “What did you just say?! You’re talking nonsense!”

“I’m Naruto-kun’s secretary! We founded a company together, we made money together! Back then, you didn’t even know him!” Sakura crossed her arms proudly, then smirked. “You know the saying: if there’s work, the secretary does it; if not—”

She suddenly stopped herself mid-sentence, realizing what she was about to imply.

It wasn’t true anyway.

Karin, however, wasn’t the type to stay quiet when provoked.

Being doubted and insulted by Sakura repeatedly ticked her off.

She snorted softly, crossing her arms and puffing out her chest. “Hmph. Don’t get too confident.”

That only enraged Sakura more. “You hateful woman! Don’t be so smug! Naruto would never fall for someone with such a bad attitude!”

“Oh?” Karin raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Then how do you explain the fact that I managed to seduce him eighteen times in one day?”

“What?!” Sakura’s brain froze. She could practically see her imagination running wild.

But Karin didn’t stop there. She stepped right up to Sakura — face to face, toe to toe — close enough that their chests bumped slightly.

Only… Karin’s was a bit closer to Naruto’s line of sight than Sakura’s.

Sakura noticed immediately, her face turning red with a mix of fury and humiliation.

Karin put her hands on her hips and grinned. “Well? Looks like I win.”

“That’s only because you’re older than me!” Sakura snapped defensively.

“Exactly,” Karin said smoothly.

“I meant in age!” Sakura shouted.

Karin smirked. “Oh? I don’t understand what you mean.”

“AHHH!” Sakura screamed, losing all composure. She lunged at Karin like a wild animal.

Then there was a flash of gold—

Boom!

Thud!

Sakura found herself lying flat on the deck, staring blankly at the sky.

“What… just happened?”

“Why am I on the ground?”

“My head’s spinning…”

That night.

Sakura slowly regained consciousness. The first thing she saw was Karin sitting beside her, smiling faintly.

“You’re awake,” Karin said gently.

Sakura rubbed her temples. Her head throbbed as she muttered, “I think I had the strangest dream… We were fighting over something stupid.”

Karin smiled sweetly. “Little girl, that wasn’t a dream~”
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Chapter 178 Asgard Crisis, Big Clock Warning

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The skies over Asgard burned red as countless fiery meteorites rained down. The once-golden realm of peace was now half reduced to ruins.

“Damn it, Rocket! I’m gonna kick your ass for this!”

Beside the horse-faced Thor, Rocket Raccoon had already vanished—teleporting away from Asgard using his combat suit’s jump module.

Thor’s anger surged, but deep down, he understood Rocket’s decision.
After all, their enemy this time was so terrifying that even breathing felt suffocating.

“The Spear of Eternity… Gungnir? The artifact of the God-King Odin.”

Allens descended from the sky, landing amidst the rubble. He looked up at the divine spear hovering above, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Raising his right hand, he opened his steel battle suit. For the first time, Allens stepped out of the armor himself.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate alert mode.”

Allens adjusted his tie—his sleek black suit making him look almost regal. Without turning back, he gave his command.

“Alert mode activated. Hulk module online.”

J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice echoed within the armor as streams of data flooded the visor display.

Behind Allens, the suit began expanding rapidly, transforming into a towering three-meter-tall giant of silver-white steel.

This was one of Allens’ ultimate defense modes—using built-in gamma radiation to replicate the Hulk’s immense strength.

Swish.

A phantom clone appeared beside Allens, taking on Loki’s likeness. The God of Mischief raised his scepter, divine energy surging forth.

“Surrender to me—bow before the great mind of Allens!”

Loki’s voice echoed across Asgard. Even as a duplicate, he retained all of Loki’s powers and memories, mimicking even the trickster’s thoughts.

As Loki spoke, the Mind Stone embedded in Allens’ forehead began to glow faintly. For the first time, he used divine power to resonate with the gem.

Boom.

Though the Mind Stone remained partially sealed by the primal magic of origin, its power flared under divine stimulation—releasing a psychic wave that swept across the entire realm.

Crash.

Under that wave of mental pressure, every Asgardian whose heart wavered in fear dropped to their knees. Even the proud Lady Sif could not resist bowing unwillingly before Allens.

Across the realm, Frost Giants from Jotunheim—King Laufey among them—fell to their knees as well.

Only two figures still stood defiant.
The Thor of this age, eyes glowing with Heimdall’s Nine Realms Sight—
And the future’s Horse-Faced Thor, gripping Stormbreaker with both hands.

Neither would ever yield. Not even to the brilliance of the Mind Stone.
Their faces twisted in strain as lightning crackled around them, resisting the psychic flood with sheer willpower.

“I am Thor Odinson! Son of Odin, the All-Father!”

Both Thors roared the same words in unison. The name of Odin filled them with boundless courage and divine fury.

But even so, under the power Allens commanded, their resistance faltered.

Allens paid them no mind. Calmly, he turned and walked toward the grand palace that still stood untouched amidst the ruins.

A shimmering magical shield enveloped it—the last bastion of Asgardian power.

It was the Palace of Odin, seat of the All-Father himself. Behind it lay the Palace of Queen Frigga.

As Allens approached, he extended his hand, releasing ten streams of divine energy.

Boom.

Ever since he had slain Loki, Allens had acquired all of the trickster god’s powers—and through his vast computational mind, he had refined them to perfection, including the ability to open dimensional portals.

The divine energy merged with the barrier, parting it like a curtain to form a human-sized opening. Allens stepped through into the square before the palace.

Shua, shua, shua.

Dozens of Sentry drones descended from the sky under J.A.R.V.I.S.’s command, taking control of Asgard’s airspace.

Each Sentry could replicate itself.
And those replications could, in turn, replicate again.

As long as energy was available, an army of hundreds of thousands could be created.

The Sentries rounded up all the surrendered Asgardians and entered standby mode.

Allens walked into the Odin Palace. Before him stood the grand throne of Asgard. A cold smile crept across his face.

“Sir, the Big Clock has sent a message from the future.”

J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice echoed in his ear. Before Allens’ eyes, nanoparticles assembled into a pair of glowing holographic glasses.

“Open it.”

Ever since he created the Big Clock, Allens had instructed J.A.R.V.I.S. to alert him to any observed threats to his future.

Swish.

Data streamed through the glasses, swirling like a vortex as Allens’ consciousness was drawn into the vision of the future.

In that near future—still within Odin’s Palace—Allens stood upon the throne.
Suddenly, chains of divine energy erupted, binding his body in place.

An old man appeared before him.

“Odin…? So you never truly fell into the Odinsleep.”

Even with divine power surging through him, Allens couldn’t break free.

The Chains of Odin—a divine artifact forged by the Dwarves from branches of the World Tree—could restrain even gods on the level of the All-Father.

“Allens the Intellect, I have seen your future.”
Odin’s tone was calm but heavy with authority. “And I must say, your decision to invade Asgard was a grave mistake.”

Though weakened from his slumber, Odin’s very presence radiated power.
Even facing death, his majesty as God-King still shook the cosmos.
So long as Odin lived, not even Thanos dared to lay a finger on Asgard.

Swish.

A blinding streak of light tore through the sky—Gungnir, Odin’s eternal spear—pierced Allens’ chest, then returned to its master’s hand.

“I know I cannot kill you yet,” Odin said solemnly, “but I can take away your power...”

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Chapter 177 Heimdall's Sacrifice

Rumble—

Above the skies of Asgard, a massive planetoid tore through the heavens, descending with roaring waves of air. The flames engulfing it made the entire realm blaze with unbearable heat.

Crack… crack…

Before the colossal object even touched the ground, several Asgardian structures—already weakened from battle—collapsed under the violent tremors. Some warriors were instantly buried beneath the falling ruins.

“Wall of Frost!”

Standing atop a Frost Giant warship, Joanna, daughter of King Laufey of Jotunheim, raised her Frost Scepter high. Her beauty was striking, but her expression was as cold as the ice she commanded.

Crack! Crack!

A towering wall of ice surged upward to block the falling planet. But compared to the sheer heat and force of the celestial inferno, her frost magic was insignificant. Within moments, the flames melted through her ice barrier like butter.

“Father! What do we do?”

Joanna’s voice trembled slightly as she turned to her father, panic flickering in her eyes.

“Steady yourself, Joanna,” Laufey replied grimly. “Do not underestimate Asgard’s strength.”

Though his tone was calm, the ancient king’s eyes betrayed his unease. Laufey had fought Asgard for millennia—he knew its power well. And if anything, he knew one thing for certain: Asgard would not fall easily.

At that moment, Heimdall stood on the rainbow bridge, channeling every ounce of divine energy within him. His body radiated golden light as infinite divine power poured into the Eternal Spear—Gungnir—that he now wielded in both hands.

“I, Heimdall of Asgard, swear this upon my life—I shall protect Asgard!”

Golden runes ignited along his armor as his body lifted into the air. The Eternal Spear separated from his grasp, floating above him as divine energy surged between them.

“In the name of Odin All-Father, I command the Eternal Spear to strike true!”
“I swear upon Gungnir—it shall pierce the heart of the planetoid above Asgard!”

As his oath resounded, the divine runes along Gungnir’s shaft blazed brighter. The spear began to devour Heimdall’s divine power and life force at an alarming rate.

Gungnir—the Eternal Spear—was Odin’s most powerful weapon. Once an oath was sworn upon it, its strike would never miss. But only Odin himself could wield it freely. For anyone else, the spear demanded a terrible price—their life and all their divine energy.

High above, Heimdall’s body began to age rapidly, his golden aura flickering as his vitality drained away. The lifespan of an Asgardian was long beyond measure—but even that could not save him now.

Boom!

Gungnir ignited with golden light and shot upward like a blazing sun, streaking through the sky.

Rumble—!

The Eternal Spear struck true, piercing directly through the heart of the falling planetoid. The “spear that never misses” lived up to its name—its divine power detonated inside the celestial mass.

A golden explosion illuminated the heavens as the planetoid shattered into countless fiery fragments that rained upon Asgard like a meteor storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Though Heimdall had succeeded, the resulting meteor shower still brought unimaginable devastation. The Frost Giant warships were the first to be struck—one by one, they were torn apart by the falling debris.

Across Asgard, buildings were obliterated as fiery explosions erupted everywhere. The skies themselves seemed to burn.

Watching the destruction unfold, Beta Ray Bill clenched his teeth, his rage boiling over.

“Heimdall… DAMN YOU, ALLENS! I’ll kill you for this!”

He roared furiously, gripping the Stormbreaker tightly as he charged toward Allens with lightning crackling all around him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Bill’s Stormbreaker struck with devastating speed, each swing roaring like thunder. But Allens met every blow effortlessly—his right hand wielding Mjolnir, both weapons clashing in a storm of lightning and divine power.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Behind them, Frost Giant soldiers leapt from their damaged warships, releasing torrents of icy air as they charged toward Allens in a frenzy.

“Frost Guardians!”

Joanna’s voice echoed sharply as she leapt from her ship. The divine frost energy within her body surged wildly, freezing the ground beneath her feet. Her massive form expanded—her height doubling from four meters to nearly ten—as an icy storm swept outward.

Allens turned his head slightly, his expression void of emotion. His eyes were cold and distant, filled with contempt.

To him, it made no difference whether his enemies were four meters or ten—

“Ants,” he muttered, “are still ants.”

With a single swing of Mjolnir, Allens’ body transformed into a bolt of blue lightning that cut through the battlefield. Dozens of Frost Giants were hurled away, their bodies crackling with electricity.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the Frost-Steel Battle Suit.”

Allens’ command was icy calm. Instantly, the lightning around him faded, replaced by an armor of gleaming blue frost that encased his body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He clenched his fists, conjuring blades of frozen energy around his arms. Every punch he threw unleashed waves of chilling force, freezing the Frost Giants solid where they stood.

“What… what is this?!”

Laufey’s face went pale, disbelief written across it. As the King of Jotunheim, he could sense it clearly—the aura emanating from Allens’ armor was the pure, ancient frost essence of Jotunheim itself!

“Impossible… how can an Asgardian wield our ancestral frost power?!”

Behind Allens, Rocket Raccoon seized the opening. He raised his arm cannon, and a concentrated Dark Matter Pulse erupted toward Allens.

The explosion was massive—enough to vaporize a mountain. But Allens didn’t even bother to turn around. The Frost-Steel armor shimmered, generating a towering ice barrier behind him.

Boom!
Ssshh—

The pulse slammed into the wall, producing only a dull thud before being instantly frozen by the spreading frost.

“Bullshit! Nope, I’m outta here! There’s no way I’m fighting that crazy bastard!”

Rocket’s fur stood on end as he tapped frantically on his wrist controls. In a flash of light, his combat suit activated its teleportation system.

Within moments, Rocket vanished from Asgard completely—leaving the doomed battlefield behind without a second thought.
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Chapter 1082 Do You Have Any Plans To Join The National Team In The Future?

After several weeks of hard training and study, Su Luo gradually felt that his passing skills and accuracy had improved significantly.

He was now able to better anticipate his teammates’ movements and deliver the ball to their ideal positions.

Su Luo stood in the open space outside the stadium, frowning slightly as the breeze blew past.

His eyes were distant, and Robert stood beside him, watching his expression and wondering how he would respond to this important question.

Ma Li, a reporter from 153, approached Su Luo with a microphone.

“Mr. Su Luo, do you have any comments about your recent invitation from the head coach of the German national team?” she asked.

Su Luo sighed softly and said calmly to the reporter facing the camera, “I’m honored to be recognized and invited by the head coach, but at the moment, I’m focused on my club career and have no time to think about other things.”

Robert let out a quiet sigh of relief after hearing Su Luo’s answer.

A feeling of admiration rose in his heart.

He knew that Su Luo was very clear about his career choices and goals.

Ma Li seized the opportunity and asked again, “Do you have any plans to join the national team in the future?”

Su Luo looked at her and shook his head. “For now, I think competition and development at the club level are more important to me.

I hope to bring honor to the team and improve myself by learning and growing here at Dortmund.

As for the national team, I believe the opportunity will come, but now is not the time.”

Ma Li was a little surprised by Su Luo’s attitude.

She clearly realized that in this highly competitive football world, Su Luo’s decision was by no means an easy one.

“So, can you share the reasons why you chose to stay at Dortmund?” she asked.

Su Luo answered with a smile, “Dortmund is a very strong and ambitious team.

I truly enjoy training and playing here.

Moreover, the club has given me unparalleled support and opportunities to become the best version of myself.

I hope to win matches for the team and help them succeed in every competition.”

Reporter Ma Li nodded with satisfaction. “Thank you for your candid answer, Mr. Su Luo.”

“You’re welcome,” Su Luo said with a smile, bowing slightly to her.

Seeing this, Robert nodded politely to reporter Ma Li to thank her for the interview.

Then he turned to Su Luo, his eyes full of admiration. “Your decision shows your determination and your dedication to your career. I’m proud of you.”

Su Luo looked back at Robert and smiled. “Thank you for your support, Robert. I’m really lucky to have a teammate like you by my side.”

The two exchanged smiles, silently acknowledging their shared understanding in the gentle breeze.

They both knew that in this ever-changing football world, only by holding onto their faith and working tirelessly could they pursue true success and glory.

Later, Su Luo sat at the arranged interview table, facing reporter Ma Li for a one-on-one conversation.

The interview area was simply but professionally decorated, with soft lighting illuminating them.

Wearing Dortmund’s red training uniform, Su Luo sat on a red chair, smiling calmly.

Reporter Ma Li smiled and looked at Su Luo. “Mr. Su Luo, thank you for your previous answers. Do you have anything to add regarding your personal goals and expectations for Dortmund this season?”

Su Luo frowned slightly, his eyes revealing his dissatisfaction with the status quo.

“For me, my personal goal is not just to be invited to the national team,” he said firmly. “I aim to achieve greater accomplishments and strive to win the Bundesliga championship.

I believe that only by constantly challenging yourself can you truly surpass yourself.”

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Chapter 1081 Karl’S Guidance

Hagen smiled and patted Su Luo on the shoulder. “Likewise, Su Luo. We’re a team, and supporting each other is one of the most important factors in our success.”

The two smiled at each other and began discussing future training plans and competition strategies.

They conducted an in-depth analysis, thinking carefully about the opponents they would face in the next match.

Su Luo enjoyed this moment of open communication with Hagen.

With Hagen, he felt he could truly be himself and freely express his thoughts and opinions.

Hagen was not only his captain and leader on the pitch but also a genuine and trustworthy friend.

He recalled the loneliness and unfamiliarity he’d felt when he first arrived in Dortmund.

But now, in this big family, he had found a sense of belonging and security.

No matter what difficulties or challenges he faced, he knew he would never be alone again.

Su Luo expressed his gratitude to Hagen without hesitation. “Hagen, I really feel warmth and happiness around you. You’re someone who truly knows how to support and care for your teammates and who’s always willing to share both joy and hardship.”

Hagen smiled and patted Su Luo on the back. “We all stand on the same stage, fighting together and moving forward together. I have high hopes and complete confidence in you, Su Luo.”

Karl-Heinz, one of Dortmund’s veteran players, was experienced and highly respected on the field.

When he walked into the training ground, everyone showed him respect and gathered around him.

“Su Luo, I’ve watched your match footage. Your technique and decision-making on the pitch are impressive,” Karl-Heinz said to Su Luo with an appreciative smile.

Su Luo was surprised and could hardly believe what he had just heard.

As a widely recognized star, Karl-Heinz was one of the team’s most reliable pillars.

He never imagined he would receive such attention from an experienced and distinguished teammate.

Hagen immediately stood up. “Su Luo, this is a rare opportunity. Karl-Heinz is an incredible mentor. Training under him will benefit you greatly.”

Encouraged by Hagen’s words, Su Luo didn’t hesitate to accept Karl-Heinz’s offer.

“Thank you very much for your trust and support. I’m willing to join your training group and work hard to learn and improve my skills.”

Karl-Heinz nodded with satisfaction. “Very good, Su Luo. I believe you’ll become an excellent player. We’ll give you all the help and support you need.”

Hagen jokingly patted Su Luo on the back. “Don’t worry, he’s strict but patient. Learn from him, and you’ll definitely improve faster.”

A few days later, Su Luo joined Karl-Heinz’s training group.

The training sessions on the pitch were in full swing, and Karl-Heinz kept a close eye on Su Luo, offering guidance and advice from time to time.

“Su Luo, your passing power is strong, but sometimes you need a bit more accuracy,” Karl-Heinz said seriously.

“Next, we’ll focus on improving your passing precision.”

Following his instructions, Su Luo threw himself wholeheartedly into training.

He followed Karl-Heinz’s lead and practiced passing repeatedly on the field.

Throughout the entire process, Hagen watched from the sidelines, offering encouragement and motivation.

“Come on, Su Luo! Believe in yourself — you can do it!” Hagen’s voice was filled with confidence and encouragement, pushing Su Luo to keep striving forward.

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Chapter 54

On the third floor of East Coast Studio, inside Linen’s private lounge—

[Side Quest: Blood Parrot Gang (Completion 100%)]
[Reward: All current skill levels have been upgraded.]
[Special Reward: Self Gem.]

As the system’s voice faded, a golden Self Gem appeared before Linen.

Lifting his hand, he grasped the gem, instantly sensing the overwhelming destructive power it contained.

Not only that—there was something else within it.
A strange, inexplicable force that seemed deeply in tune with his soul.

Gazing at the gem glowing softly in his palm, Linen realized what this power was—
the very essence that could awaken Nemesis, the Goddess of Vengeance.

However, whether Nemesis could truly resurrect depended entirely on her own will.

Linen pulled the necklace from under his collar, removed the sapphire pendant at its end, and carefully inlaid the Self Gem in its place.

Just as he was about to put the necklace back on, the faint golden light of the gem caught his eye.

That glow… it was the same color as his magic.

Nemesis, the Goddess of Vengeance.

Tch.
Nick Fury, Natasha, Tony—weren’t they all curious about his past? About how he obtained his powers?

Now, with the Self Gem, the identity and backstory he had crafted for himself were even more convincing.

Smirking, Linen opened the System Editing Page and began to create a new video.

Meanwhile, inside a luxurious New York mansion—

On the TV, footage showed thousands of protesters waving flags and chanting in the streets, demanding justice and harsher punishment for the “murderers.”

Standing respectfully nearby, Greene Temper turned to his father, who sat quietly on the sofa.

“Father,” Greene began, “we’ve investigated my brother’s arrest. It appears that Steve Rogers agreed to appear on Fox News mainly because the network was partially funded by Stark Industries.”

“Moreover, our findings show that the organizers of this demonstration have close ties to Tony Stark.”

“So I suspect that the associates Steve Rogers mentioned are Stark and his allies—and they’re the ones responsible for my brother’s downfall!”

Hearing this, Prince Temper nodded slightly, his expression unreadable.

“Father,” Greene continued carefully, “should I use our connections to secure medical parole for my brother?”

“No need,” Prince Temper said flatly, shaking his head.

“From the moment your brother was arrested, his political career was finished.”

“It took over a decade of work and resources to earn him that seat in the New York State Assembly. But now…” He let out a bitter chuckle. “This is his own fault. Even if we secure parole, the charges will remain. And right now, the entire nation’s eyes are on this case.”

“At such a sensitive time, even the slightest move will be magnified infinitely.”

“Medical parole? That would only drag our Temper family into the fire.”

His gaze sharpened as he looked at his son.
“Greene, although your brother’s career is over and he’s wasted years of our family’s investment, we—an old political family—cannot lose our footing.”

“I’ve already made arrangements in Congress. Once this chaos dies down, you’ll have John run for election. From now on, our family’s resources will be redirected toward you.”

“You’ll head to Tennessee, start from Chattanooga—that’s where our foundation lies.”

Greene’s eyes lit up with excitement.

For years, with his older brother in charge, he’d never had a chance to compete for the family’s resources.
But now—his brother had fallen.
And his younger siblings were useless.

The future of the Temper family was his for the taking.

Though excitement surged in his chest, Greene forced a calm smile.
“I understand, Father.”

Prince Temper nodded approvingly.
“And one more thing—send a warning to Tony Stark. He can have your brother sentenced to decades, even life imprisonment, if he wants. We’ll let that go.”

“But this fire must not spread to the Temper family.”

“Be cautious in your methods. Don’t corner that arrogant playboy—when pushed, even a dog will bite.”

“Understood.”

Greene bowed slightly before leaving the room.

This was the true nature of an old political dynasty—sons were replaceable, but the family’s power could never waver.

Out in the corridor, Greene clenched his fist tightly, barely suppressing his grin.

Finally. My chance to inherit the family has come.

Steve Rogers, Tony Stark—he silently thanked them both.

If not for their interference, his plan to frame his brother—no matter how perfect—would eventually have been exposed.

But now? They’d done his dirty work for him.

Grinning, Greene pulled out his phone and made a call.

Inside Tony Stark’s villa—

After ending yet another phone call, Tony slumped back on the sofa with a sigh.
“That’s the twenty-seventh call in the past three days.”

He tossed his phone onto the coffee table, shaking his head in disbelief.

Hearing this, Steve Rogers chuckled.
“Are they begging you to show mercy—or threatening you?”

“Neither,” Tony replied. “Those old guys aren’t asking me to spare the ones who were arrested—they just don’t want public outrage spreading to their families.”

“They’re using that old strategy—‘sacrifice the pawn to save the king.’”

Tony exhaled sharply. “Damn it, these so-called respectable men are colder than I am. And I’m a businessman!”

Then, turning toward Steve, he added, “I’ve already had the media tone down your exposure. Give it two weeks, tops—you’ll be able to walk the streets again without cameras chasing you.”

Steve nodded. “Thanks. But that won’t be easy.”

Tony smirked. “Maybe not easy—but it’s simple enough to redirect public attention. All we need is a bigger headline to drown this one out.”

He leaned forward. “And it just so happens that Fox News has something ready to blow up nationwide.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

Tony explained, “It’s a new show produced by Linen’s studio—run by Jessica and her brother, the Fox network executive.”

“You know how people love those mysterious, supernatural things. So…”

Steve frowned. “Why do I get the feeling this is part of Linen’s plan too?”

“Is he really only nineteen?”

Tony froze for a second, blinking. “Damn. You’re right. I keep forgetting his age.”

He laughed. “Seriously—what nineteen-year-old carries himself like that?”

Just then, a mechanical chime echoed in both their ears—

[New video unlocked. Please enter the viewing room within five minutes.]

Tony and Steve exchanged a look, then stood up at once and headed straight for Tony’s sealed laboratory.

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Chapter 53

"By the way, Pierce, how’s the investigation into the Hydra incident I asked you to look into some time ago?"

Looking at Alexander Pierce, Nick Fury asked cautiously.

"There are some clues," Pierce replied.

He took out a cigar, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke before continuing.
"Last time I went back, I had people start investigating from the lower-level agents. It turns out that some of them are indeed acting suspiciously."

"For that reason, I specifically arranged for Sitwell and the intelligence team to monitor them. It won’t be long before we uncover all the Hydra operatives behind those agents."

Hearing that, Nick Fury smiled with satisfaction.
"I knew this wouldn’t be difficult for you."

"Need I say that?" Pierce chuckled. "Don’t forget, you became Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. back then because of my help!"

Then, standing up, Pierce said, "Alright, I’m heading out. Today’s my granddaughter’s seventh birthday. You know, she’s been looking forward to it for weeks."

Nick smirked. "Isn’t Sarah crazy about Barbie dolls? Here — this is the newest one on the market."

"You," Pierce laughed as he took the doll, "sometimes you’re even better than me at being a grandfather. I really don’t know who Sarah likes more!"

As he laughed heartily, Fury watched him leave.

If there was even a sliver of a chance, Nick Fury really didn’t want to doubt his old friend.

A few minutes later, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Talos, I need your help. If necessary, I want you to replace someone."

Later that day, Steve Rogers, in the name of Captain America, publicly announced the evidence before tens of millions of people.

The entire United States was shaken.

If any ordinary person had revealed such evidence on television, it might have caused a bit of turmoil.
But this — coming directly from Captain America — was an earthquake.

After all, compared to the government and its officials, the people trusted the legendary hero in their hearts far more.

So, as soon as the broadcast ended, America erupted into action.

From Congress, the Department of Justice, to state and local police, everyone on Steve Rogers’ list was immediately arrested.

Even the military began to move.
Some military leaders personally went to the Justice Department, demanding a thorough investigation into the families and backers behind those exposed.

Why? Because, in their eyes, Captain America was one of their own.
A soldier.

Over the years, much of Captain America’s legacy and profits had been quietly absorbed by corrupt politicians.
So when Steve Rogers reappeared, alive and standing for justice, the military had every reason to rally behind him.

After all, he was one of them.

And once the dust settled... well, the military knew how to make use of a hero’s name — even if Steve didn’t return to service, they could still use his reputation to inspire new recruits.

That day, America trembled because of Steve Rogers.
The upper class — the wealthy, the powerful, the “untouchables” — were all terrified.

After all, who among them could say their hands were truly clean?

Meanwhile...

"Come on, let’s toast to our great Captain America!"

Tony Stark raised his glass, grinning proudly.
"If he doesn’t show up, it’s fine. But when he does, he shakes the whole damn country and makes every rich crook tremble. That’s our Captain America!"

Everyone laughed and raised their glasses to Steve.

Steve smiled modestly and shook his head.
"This wasn’t my doing alone. It was the Judge who first uncovered the truth. He and the Punisher took down the Blood Parrot Gang and got the evidence.

Tony spent money and effort to help spread it. Natasha and the Punisher went to Eastern Europe to destroy criminal networks and rescue civilians. Matthew sorted all the evidence and prepared the case to lock those bastards away for life.

Without all of you, I couldn’t have done this alone.

It reminds me of my Howling Commandos from seventy years ago.
Time has passed, but what we’re doing is still the same — fighting for justice and protecting the innocent."

"So, let’s toast — to everyone!"

They clinked glasses and drank deeply.

After finishing his wine, Tony Stark leaned back, grinning.
"It feels amazing watching all those arrogant elites get dragged away like dogs. Honestly, it’s even better than the parties I had with those Hollywood actresses!"

Natasha chuckled. "It’s not over yet. We may have the evidence, but convicting them will still be tough. The families backing them aren’t to be underestimated."

"Natasha’s right," said Matthew Murdock, putting down his glass. "I’m going to represent the kidnapped women and children as their lawyer — for free.

They’ll get the compensation they deserve. And I’ll make sure every one of those monsters faces serious charges."

Tony thought for a moment, then nodded.
"If that’s the case, you can’t do it alone. I’ll assemble the most powerful legal team in the country to back you.

Plus, I’ll use every media outlet I own to keep the spotlight on this. Steve’s job is done — now it’s your turn to shine.

Oh, and I’ll make sure to show off a little money power while we’re at it!"

Tony spread his hands dramatically.
"I got word that after the broadcast, people in several cities started organizing marches, demanding justice for the victims of human trafficking.

But those demonstrations aren’t organized properly yet.
Tsk… how can that stand? I’m going to give them a little push — take it to the next level!"

Natasha frowned. "Tony, if you’re going to do that, do it quietly, as a third party.

Large-scale protests will be investigated. If anyone finds out you’re behind them, you’ll land yourself in trouble again."

Tony smirked. "Come on, Natasha. Who am I? I’m Tony Stark. You really think I’m afraid of a little trouble?"

"Let Congress hold another hearing on me if they want — I don’t give a damn about those fat, pig-faced politicians!"

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Chapter 110 Haruno Sakura: You Want Me To Die!

[Ding~ System task completed, simulation opportunity +1]

[Ding~ System mission released: Combat Power increased to 200,000.
Reward: Simulation opportunity +3]

After two simulations, Naruto finally completed his combat power mission.

In the third simulation, Naruto’s luck was quite good.

This simulated character possessed Senju blood and could make contact with the Senju clan—waiting for the right opportunity to learn senjutsu.

Once he mastered senjutsu, Naruto could then guide him to the True Waterfall.

And most importantly, this character’s “hobby” attribute was Orochimaru.

The hobby attribute often played a huge role in shaping a simulated character’s behavior and research direction.

After selecting the attributes for the third simulation, Naruto immediately began the process.

Everything went as smoothly as he expected.

The character was born in the era when Senju Hashirama was still alive. He later met Hashirama, signed a summoning contract with Katsuyu, and successfully learned Sage Mode.

Then, under Naruto’s detailed guidance, the simulated character went to the True Waterfall, observed its illusion, and successfully replicated it.

After that, Naruto just had to let the simulated character conduct his own research — Naruto only needed to wait for the results.

Lines of simulation data continued to appear before Naruto’s eyes.

He wanted to find a way to control the phantom body summoned by the True Waterfall’s illusion.

However, the difficulty was far greater than Naruto had imagined.

This simulated character, who happened to possess Hatake Kakashi’s talent, took a full sixteen years to develop a seal that could control the phantom body summoned by the True Waterfall illusion.

And then—

The technique was classified as a Forbidden Jutsu!

The character who created it was immediately imprisoned by the Third Hokage after being caught performing human experiments.

He had spent his entire life studying jutsu, with little real combat experience.

Later, while in Konoha Prison, he was taken away by the brothers Raijin and Fujin.

Naruto, however, didn’t feel the slightest sadness over that tragic ending.

He had already obtained what he wanted.

But there was one thing that made him pause.

The method was too cruel—too dark and evil.

The character in the simulation had controlled the souls of the dead, using a forced Impure World Reincarnation technique to command those souls to enter the phantom bodies summoned by the True Waterfall.

By controlling other people’s souls, he achieved complete control over the phantom bodies.

The advantages of this method were completely different from traditional Impure World Reincarnation.

For example, if the caster of Edo Tensei wanted to control their summoned dead, they had to manipulate their movements like puppets.

But in this new method, once the soul entered the phantom body, the caster could directly give it commands.

That meant, unlike Edo Tensei where the caster needed to act through constant control, the soul within the phantom body could obey direct verbal orders.

When Naruto claimed the reward, related knowledge and memories instantly flooded into his mind.

He was just about to set off for the Land of Snow.

There were plenty of small-time criminals and outlaws in that country.

Naruto figured he could use their souls as test subjects for this jutsu.

Yes—he had no intention of abandoning this technique.

Though it was undoubtedly dark, he only intended to use it on evil souls.

It might sound hypocritical, but as long as Naruto didn’t believe he was evil, that was all that mattered.

He didn’t care what others thought.

Having gained such a powerful jutsu, Naruto was in a great mood.

At that moment, Karin was training in the Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.

Even though she had resolved her emotional issues, her conversion speed for Nine-Tails chakra was still a bit slow.

Unlike Naruto, who could directly merge the Nine-Tails’ chakra with his own, Karin was still learning to adapt to the process.

But training alone, without actual combat, wouldn’t yield much progress.

So Naruto walked over and said, “Karin, enter Nine-Tails Mode and attack me directly.”

“This…” Karin hesitated. “Are you serious, Naruto? When I use Nine-Tails Mode, I feel like I could kill a cow with one punch. Isn’t that too dangerous?”

Naruto smiled. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. Besides, you don’t have many combat techniques yet — I’ll give you some special training afterward.”

Karin knew how strong Naruto was, so she nodded with a grin. “Alright then. I’ll take it seriously. The stronger I get, the less you’ll have to worry about me~”

The Land of Snow.

A country blanketed in snow all year round.

Two ships were docked along the icy shore.

One was a cargo ship, the other a passenger vessel — and the passengers were fleeing in panic.

Because Naruto and Karin were far too terrifying and mysterious.

For ordinary people, keeping as much distance from ninjas as possible was the best way to stay alive.

On deck, Naruto glanced at the frightened crew and sighed helplessly.

Still, he didn’t blame them.

If their positions were reversed, he’d have run away too.

Upon arriving at the Land of Snow, Naruto admired the glittering scenery and said, “It looks amazing at first glance.”

“But it’s a pretty harsh place for people to live in,” Karin added.

Naruto nodded, then disembarked with her.

Not far away, another ship rested beside theirs — and Naruto immediately noticed a familiar chakra presence on board.

What a coincidence.

Naruto pulled Karin along and shouted, “Hey, Sasuke! How’s that old pervert? Is he still strong?”

Hearing Naruto’s voice, Sasuke instantly turned around.

Naruto, holding Karin’s hand, leaped lightly onto the ship.

“Naruto?” Sasuke said in surprise. “Why are you here?”

Naruto took one look around and quickly realized — this was the same crew from the Land of Snow arc in the original story.

Their sudden arrival drew attention from the crew members.

One of the sailors cautiously approached and said, “Um… even if you’re ninja, this is a private vessel. You shouldn’t be boarding without permission, right?”

He spoke politely — after all, angering a ninja could easily get you killed.

Sasuke quickly explained, “It’s fine. Naruto’s one of us.”

“Oh, alright then,” the sailor replied and immediately backed off, wisely avoiding further trouble.

A moment later, Sasuke, who had been standing guard, called for the others inside the cabin.

Haruno Sakura rushed out as soon as she heard Naruto’s name.

“Naruto-kun!” Sakura cried, running toward him.

Seeing him standing there smiling, she suddenly felt a wave of frustration and longing.

Naruto, you’re so cruel!

You’ve been gone for so long!

Even if you don’t miss me, don’t you at least miss Hinata?

Tears welled in her eyes as she ran straight into Naruto’s arms.

“Naruto~ You’re going to be the death of me!” she sobbed.

This time, Naruto didn’t push her away — he caught her gently in his arms.

But what he didn’t expect was that she’d take it a step further and press her lips toward his.

“Let me kiss you, just once…” Sakura murmured softly.

Naruto: “…”

At that moment, two more figures stepped out from the cabin — both with white hair.

Hatake Kakashi.

And Jiraiya.

Tch~

This film crew was really lucky — they actually had Jiraiya himself serving as their escort.

As everyone gathered and began chatting, an irritated voice suddenly came from inside the ship.

“Why are you all being so noisy?”

“Don’t you know I went to bed late last night?”
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Chapter 109 Method

On the deck of the passenger ship, only two people remained — Naruto and Karin.

Everyone else had been frightened by the loud noises earlier and hid elsewhere.

Naruto, on the other hand, sat cross-legged in meditation, gathering natural energy and converting it into senjutsu chakra within his body.

Although Naruto was familiar with Sage Mode from his memories, this was his first time truly entering it.

After a while, his focus stabilized. He slowly opened his eyes — his pupils turned orange, and black pigmentation appeared around them.

Feeling the powerful natural energy surging through him, Naruto was surprised.

The power of Sage Mode was actually stronger than that of a Tailed Beast’s chakra!

The Nine-Tails sealed within him possessed 3.5 times more chakra than a normal Nine-Tails, meaning its chakra intensity had already undergone a qualitative change.

Yet the senjutsu chakra Naruto now controlled was still more powerful than that of a single Nine-Tails.

No wonder Senju Hashirama could easily suppress the Nine-Tails using Sage Mode and his massive chakra reserves.

Wait... that made sense.

A ninja in true Sage Mode was almost unafraid of Tailed Beasts.

Of course, Orochimaru’s Curse Seals didn’t count — though they also used natural energy, they were a crude imitation compared to true Sage Mode.

After entering Sage Mode, Naruto raised his hand and began forming hand seals.

Relying on his memory of how chakra operated in the “True Waterfall” technique, he controlled the flow of chakra through specific mudras, attempting to recreate the illusion.

“It’s working!”

Naruto could feel the changes in his chakra. He quickly performed the Mind Body Switch Technique hand seal and aimed it at a crew member watching from a corner.

Startled, the crew member yelped, begged for mercy, and ran away.

Before Naruto, an illusionary figure began to materialize — a person identical to the ship’s captain appeared, though his expression was noticeably darker and twisted.

“Success!”

Karin also looked on curiously.

She didn’t understand why Naruto was so obsessed with replicating the “True Waterfall” illusion.

But after seeing the result, she instantly realized how powerful it was.

As long as Naruto had enough chakra, no matter how strong his opponent was, he could use this illusion to manifest a “dark reflection” of them — a phantom version equal to the enemy’s power but consumed by their negative emotions.

If Naruto could somehow control that phantom body...

Then anyone who fought him would be forced to face their own corrupted self.

Even worse, the illusion perfectly mirrored the enemy’s strength — forcing both sides to start equally.

That was terrifying.

Because in such a situation, the enemy would always be at a disadvantage.

No matter how powerful they were, Naruto could create an illusion just as strong — and when combined with his true body, how could anyone win?

However, there was a problem.

The phantom body created by the illusion didn’t obey Naruto’s commands.

Of course, that made sense. The “True Waterfall” wasn’t a living being — its illusions were the result of chakra operating in a specific pattern, not conscious control.

In other words, the waterfall itself created the illusion, not the user.

And since the “True Waterfall” wasn’t a ninja, its illusions weren’t designed for combat.

After the crewman’s dark side appeared, it began ranting loudly, venting all the frustration and negativity it had repressed.

Naruto smiled, satisfied that the technique worked.

He cut off the chakra flow to the phantom body, and it quickly dissipated.

Karin walked over and said, “This illusion is strong since it reveals the enemy’s true heart, but it can’t be controlled — that means it can’t really be used in battle.”

“Hmm...” Naruto looked serious, deep in thought. “There has to be a way to control the original will of the phantom I summoned.”

But how?

Naruto recalled scenes from the original story.

Maybe... Impure World Reincarnation?

In that jutsu, the resurrected ninja couldn’t act independently unless the caster allowed it.

But that also made it cumbersome — Naruto would have to divide his focus between fighting and controlling the phantom.

That would be too distracting.

What if he used a Shadow Clone to control the phantom body while he fought?

No, that wouldn’t work either.

Shadow Clones were too fragile — they dispersed after taking even minor damage.

And if a phantom body broke free from a clone’s control, it could even turn on Naruto himself.

That would be disastrous.

So, Shadow Clone control was out.

There had to be another way — a method to make the phantom body act independently while still following his will.

Wait…

Naruto remembered Orochimaru’s Impure World Reincarnation during the war.

Back then, Orochimaru’s version was primitive — nothing like Kabuto’s perfected one.

Yet Orochimaru still managed to control all the Hokage he revived.

He did so by embedding curse seals into their bodies, enhancing his control over them.

Maybe Naruto could adapt that concept — use similar seals to alter the will of the illusionary body and make it serve him.

Should he consult Orochimaru?

After all, Orochimaru already possessed those sealing formulas.

Naruto was talented, but creating such seals from scratch would take at least two or three years — even longer to refine them perfectly.

The only issue was… Orochimaru wasn’t exactly an easy person to deal with.

No, that wasn’t right — Orochimaru wasn’t a normal person at all.

Even if he agreed to cooperate, Naruto would still have to modify the seals himself.

Wait...

What if he let his simulation characters handle the research?

In simulations, their lives only lasted a few minutes in real time.

If Naruto could randomly generate strong attributes and then guide a simulated character into researching the “True Waterfall,” they could develop the required seals for him inside the simulation.

Then, when the simulation ended, Naruto could directly inherit their results.

That way, he wouldn’t need to rely on Orochimaru at all.

Yes — that was perfect!

Naruto grinned. This illusion technique had too much potential to give up on.

So, aboard the ship heading toward the Land of Snow, Naruto started a new simulation.

However, this time, he even lit incense beforehand — a small ritual for good luck.

But as the simulation progressed, something felt wrong.

He originally had six simulation attempts left.

After a short while, two of them were already gone.

The first time, his luck was terrible — the generated character was too weak and unremarkable.

The second time, the character was born into a good family — the Uzumaki Clan.

And, as expected... they were soon captured and made into the Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki.
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Chapter 176 Pulling The Planet With Bare Hands

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Asgard was surrounded by Frost Giant warships. Although Jotunheim’s technology wasn’t as advanced as Asgard’s, the Frost Giants were still capable of producing small but deadly warcrafts.

At the forefront stood King Laufey of Jotunheim, frost blades forming in both his hands as he glared coldly at Allens, who stood proudly in golden divine armor.

Behind Laufey, his daughter Joanna—the princess of Jotunheim—led a group of Frost Giant sorcerers. She stretched out her hands, and countless icy orbs condensed in the air, swelling rapidly with chilling power.

“Ice Magic: Frost Star!”

Joanna raised her frost scepter high. The Frost Star in the sky expanded to several dozen meters across, glowing with freezing energy as it plunged toward Allens.

Boom!

Allens only sneered. His right hand ignited with blinding energy, and a thunderous pulse cannon erupted from his palm, shattering the Frost Star instantly.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., maximize the Psychokinetic Augmentation Module. Engage interstellar small-planet trajectory capture.”

Allens’ voice was cold and sharp. Streams of data flickered rapidly across his visor as J.A.R.V.I.S. began intensive calculations. Within moments, projections of planetary data from the space surrounding Asgard appeared before him.

Swish.

Allens raised his right hand, his Psychokinetic power expanding into an enormous invisible force that spread out toward the void of outer space.

Through his visor, Asgard’s orbital belt came into focus—a chain of small celestial bodies drawn in by Asgard’s gravitational field, serving as natural defenses against meteor impacts.

Among them, one planet nearly fifty kilometers in diameter trembled violently, caught in Allens’ psychic grip. Under his control, it began to move—hurtling toward Asgard like a meteor of doom.

Rumble.

A thunderous sound echoed across Asgard’s skies as the massive planet streaked closer. The atmosphere shook; waves of air compressed and rolled like crashing tides.

“Oh crap… Thor, we’re in big trouble!”

On the ground, Rocket Raccoon looked up in horror. His small paws flew over the holographic controls on his combat suit as his onboard AI finished calculations. Even though the results were likely off the charts, the meaning was clear: Asgard was facing annihilation.

Rumble.

Even without Rocket’s warning, Beta Ray Bill—the horse-faced warrior often mistaken for Thor—noticed the monstrous shadow overhead. The planet loomed so large that it nearly covered Asgard’s entire sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Allens clenched his right fist tighter, his Psychokinesis dragging the planet through space faster and faster. Friction against the atmosphere ignited its surface, turning it into a blazing inferno—a falling sun ready to obliterate everything below.

“That bastard Allens actually pulled a whole planet down! Damn it, Thor, I think this is the end of us!”
Rocket’s fur stood on end as despair filled his eyes. For once, he wished the Hulk was here to smash someone—anyone.

“Hey, Rocket… yeah, I see it,”
Beta Ray Bill muttered, gripping the Stormbreaker tightly as arcs of lightning burst from his body.
“This guy’s even scarier than Thanos.”

Despite summoning all his divine strength, the sight of the descending planet made even the mighty warrior feel powerless.

Boom!

The friction between the planet and Asgard’s atmosphere unleashed devastating heat waves. Buildings trembled and cracked under the searing pressure.

Swish.

Allens’ eyes gleamed. He thrust his hand downward again, pulling the planet faster, harder, closer.

Every living being on Asgard—Frost Giants, Asgardians, and gods alike—felt sweat trickle down their faces. If that planet hit, nothing would survive.

“I am Thor Odinson! I will not let Asgard perish!”

Beta Ray Bill roared defiantly. Lightning surged through him like a raging storm, and with Stormbreaker glowing bright, he launched himself skyward—an enormous column of thunder striking straight at the falling planet.

BOOM!

Stormbreaker smashed into the planet’s crust, creating a massive crater—but it wasn’t enough. The planet’s trajectory didn’t waver. The impact sent Beta Ray Bill hurtling backward, slamming into the royal palace below.

“By the All-Father! Is this… Ragnarök?”

Stunned and broken, Beta Ray Bill looked up at the burning sky, despair filling his voice.

“Heimdall! What’s happening?!”

Inside Odin’s Palace, Thor, now stripped of his godly power, felt the tremors shaking the golden halls. His eyes darkened as he turned to Heimdall.

Heimdall stood silently, his face grave. He gripped Gungnir, the Eternal Spear, and struck it against the floor. Golden energy surged from his body.

“Great King Odin… now I finally understand why you entrusted me with the Eternal Spear,”
Heimdall declared, voice filled with solemn resolve.
“I, Heimdall of Asgard, will not allow this realm to fall.”

He turned toward Thor.

“Thor Odinson, son of Odin—take my sight. With these eyes, you will see across all Nine Realms. The seal upon your power shall be broken. You are the one who must protect Asgard now.”

Heimdall placed his hands on Thor’s face. A surge of radiant light flashed as Heimdall’s eyes transformed into shimmering energy, merging into Thor’s.

“Don’t fail me, my friend.”

Heimdall turned back toward the heavens. Divine power exploded from his body, and Gungnir flared with blazing light—its brilliance piercing the apocalyptic darkness falling over Asgard.
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Chapter 175 Fierce Fighting, Next

Over Asgard

Mjolnir, crackling with infinite lightning, descended from the sky like divine judgment. The first to suffer its wrath was Rocket Raccoon, who was smashed to the ground under its massive weight.

“F*! Damn it, Beta Ray Bill!” Rocket yelled, voice muffled beneath the hammer. “If you don’t move faster, I’m gonna get crushed to death by your stupid hammer!”

Mjolnir hit the ground hard, pinning Rocket like a mountain. If not for the advanced defense systems of his interstellar combat suit, he would’ve been reduced to paste.

Ever since Thor’s transformation into Beta Ray Bill, his senses and perspective had become sharper — and before Rocket could finish cursing, Bill raised his right hand and opened his palm.

Mjolnir immediately lifted off Rocket’s chest, flying upward — but to Bill’s surprise, it didn’t return to him. Instead, it halted midair, then veered sharply toward Allens.

Bang.

Allens extended his right hand and caught the spinning Mjolnir effortlessly.

In that moment, his golden Iron Man armor began to transform, morphing into radiant divine armor. Lightning surged around him like a storm god descending to Earth.

“Transformation complete. Thor mode activated. Ark Reactor converting to divine energy... Conversion complete. Thor Steel Armor online.”

J.A.R.V.I.S.’s calm voice echoed in Allens’ ears as the diamond-shaped reactor on his chest blazed with golden light, pulsing like a miniature sun.

Boom!

Allens shot forward in a golden flash, appearing before Beta Ray Bill in the blink of an eye. Raising Mjolnir high, he swung down with thunderous might.

Clang!

The two divine weapons — Mjolnir and Stormbreaker — collided in midair, unleashing a shockwave that split the storm clouds above them.

Though Mjolnir’s raw power was slightly inferior to Stormbreaker’s, in Allens’ hands, it unleashed divine energy at its absolute limit — even surpassing Stormbreaker’s might.

Beta Ray Bill was hurled backward, crashing through an Asgardian wall. The reactor in Allens’ chest blazed again, releasing a surge of lightning that gathered into his palm.

Boom!

A colossal thunderbolt tore through the sky, obliterating an Asgardian warship that had been approaching. The vessel exploded into flaming debris, its soldiers falling like scattered meteors.

Those warriors had placed their hopes on Thor’s return — but in truth, Allens had already noticed their ambush attempt long before they fired. He simply didn’t care.

While the ships were destroyed, the distraction gave Beta Ray Bill a moment to recover. Wielding Stormbreaker, he channeled lightning through his veins, soaring back into the air.

With a roar, he raised the axe high and brought it down in a devastating arc.

Clang!

Allens met the strike with a one-handed swing of Mjolnir. The impact unleashed another massive shockwave that flattened several Asgardian soldiers nearby, sending them flying through the air.

Allens’ left hand shot out, seizing Bill’s arm in an iron grip. Divine energy coursed through his armor as his strength surged, prying away Bill’s weapon arm inch by inch.

Tick... tick...

Sweat poured down Bill’s horse-like face as he struggled against Allens’ inhuman grip. Despite his godly strength, Allens’ mechanical power overwhelmed him.

Then, Allens’ faceplate snapped shut — and he drove his helmet forward, smashing Bill’s head with a brutal headbutt.

Bang!

The impact left Bill dizzy, his grip loosening as Stormbreaker fell from his hands. He plummeted toward the ground below.

“Hey, Brainiac Allens!” Rocket shouted from behind, hefting a massive cannon onto his shoulder. “How about a taste of my electromagnetic death ray!”

A beam of violet energy burst from the weapon, tearing through the air with a deadly hum.

Allens only smirked. Thunder erupted around him as a lightning field expanded outward, forming a shimmering barrier.

Rocket’s beam slammed into the barrier — and vanished.

Peng! Peng!

Without warning, Mjolnir flew from Allens’ hand, striking Beta Ray Bill midair before curving and smashing into Rocket, sending both of them crashing into the ground.

“Hah... hah... damn it,” Rocket wheezed, pulling himself up. “Next time I’m bringing the Hulk. If I’d known how terrifying this Brainiac guy was, I’d have come in a full starship!”

Both Rocket and Bill lay battered on the battlefield. Though Rocket’s combat suit had protected him from serious injury, frustration burned in his eyes.

“King Laufey!” Bill shouted toward the sky. “Are you just going to watch? If I fall here, you’ll get nothing!”

Above Asgard, aboard a massive Frost Giant warship cloaked in clouds, the Frost Queen, Jotun Joanna, frowned. The ice-crystal scepter in her hand shimmered with blue light, her skin glistening with frost.

“Great King Laufey,” she said coldly, “should we intervene? Beta Ray Bill won’t last much longer.”

King Laufey’s eyes narrowed. “For the Casket of Ancient Winters, yes. We strike now. That Midgardian—Allens—must die.”

He raised his hand. “Fire!”

The Jotunheim ships recharged and unleashed a barrage of glowing energy cannons toward Allens.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Beams of pure energy streaked through the air, raining destruction.

Allens’ eyes hardened. He swung Mjolnir in a circular arc.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each blast deflected harmlessly, scattering across the sky. Allens emerged unscathed, standing amidst the smoke and lightning.

His golden eyes glowed with divine fury.

“Frost Giants of Jotunheim…” he muttered darkly. “I spared your kind once. And now you dare raise your weapons against me?”

The lightning around him intensified, tearing through the clouds.

“Fine then. Let me teach you gods what true power looks like.”

For the first time, Allens began to activate his superpower modules. The armor’s systems roared to life, divine energy and advanced technology fusing into one unstoppable force.

The storm of Asgard trembled — because what was coming next would be remembered forever.
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Chapter 1080 Robert’S Pleading

Robert knew that his relationship with Su Luo wasn’t as close as Hagen’s, but he still couldn’t hide the admiration in his heart.

With a firm and sincere expression, he walked over to Su Luo.

"Su Luo, do you know how much I value you?" Robert looked at him seriously, expressing his respect and recognition.

Su Luo smiled and replied, "Thank you for your recognition, Robert. We’re a team, and everyone plays an important role."

Robert hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Actually, I’ve always had a request. After this game, I’d like to exchange jerseys with you — as a souvenir." He looked at Su Luo with hopeful eyes.

Su Luo smiled but, after a moment, gently declined.
"I’m sorry, Robert. I really cherish this jersey. It represents our spirit and the honor we fight for on the field. But if you’d like something else as a keepsake, I’ll definitely consider it."

Robert understood and accepted Su Luo’s response with a smile. He patted Su Luo’s shoulder.
"It’s okay, I understand. I just thought exchanging jerseys with you would be a great memory."

At that moment, Hagen walked over, having overheard their conversation.

With a grin, he joined in.
"Robert, Su Luo is an indispensable part of this team — we need him to stay."

Robert looked at Hagen in surprise.
"What do you mean? I’m not asking him to leave for another big club!"

Hagen looked at him seriously.
"Because Su Luo is one of the core players and the true leader of this team. Without him, Dortmund wouldn’t have achieved what we have today. We need him here — to keep leading us forward."

Robert fell silent for a while, then nodded in understanding.
"Alright, since both of you feel that way, I’ll leave it at that."

He turned and walked back to chat with some of the other teammates.

Su Luo looked at Hagen gratefully.
"Hagen, thank you for your support and faith in me. I really cherish my time here in Dortmund. This place has become my home. I’ll keep working hard to grow and bring more glory to the team."

Hagen smiled and patted Su Luo’s shoulder.
"You deserve all our trust and expectations. No matter what difficulties we face, we’ll face them together. Dortmund is your home."

The surrounding teammates joined in, clapping and laughing, showing their support and congratulations for Su Luo.

The atmosphere on the field was cheerful and full of energy. Later, Su Luo sat quietly on the bench in the locker room, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

He was exhausted and needed some time to rest and recover his strength.

After talking with Robert and Hagen, he realized more than ever how vital unity and teamwork were to their success. That thought alone filled him with satisfaction.

Just then, Hagen entered the locker room and walked straight to Su Luo, sitting down beside him. His eyes showed genuine concern.

"How are you feeling after the match?" Hagen asked.

Su Luo smiled.
"I’m fine, just a little tired. Thank you for checking on me."

Hagen nodded.
"Judging by your performance out there, we don’t have to worry about anything. You were brilliant today."

Su Luo looked at him gratefully.
"Hagen, I really treasure our friendship — and your support. I’m so lucky to have such a reliable teammate like you."

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Chapter 1079: Present Your Best Side To The Team And Fans

Su Luo nodded seriously.
"Yes, I understand that. I hope to secure a better contract and reach greater heights in my career."

The agent sighed softly.
"I understand how you feel. You’re the team’s core player, the on-field leader, and a world-class talent. We should aim for a contract that reflects your true value."

Su Luo bit his lower lip lightly.
"But I can’t just think about personal gain. Dortmund is my home, and I care about the club’s future development."

After a brief silence, the agent said,
"I respect that. We can negotiate a fair and competitive contract — one that rewards you properly while ensuring the club retains enough financial resources to strengthen the squad."

A determined fire flashed in Su Luo’s eyes.
"Exactly. I want to move forward together with Dortmund, to chase an even more glorious future — one that belongs to all of us."

The agent nodded.
"Alright, I’ll do everything I can to secure the best deal for you. We’ll have detailed negotiations with the club’s board to make sure you get the treatment you deserve."

Su Luo nodded gratefully.
"Thank you. I trust you’ll get the best possible outcome."

The office fell silent once again. Su Luo could feel the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air.

He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering all the grueling hours he’d spent on the training ground.
No matter what the future held, he was determined to keep giving his best — for the team and for the fans.

The agent finally broke the silence.
"Don’t worry, Su Luo. I’m confident we can strike a deal that satisfies both you and the club — one that rewards your efforts and benefits the whole team."

Su Luo took a deep breath and stood up with a smile.
"Thank you for your support. I’ll keep pushing forward and live up to everyone’s expectations."

—

The tense atmosphere faded as Su Luo and Hagen stepped out of the office, instantly replaced by laughter and cheers echoing from the corridors.

In the visitors’ area of Golden Storm Stadium, the air was filled with the sound of celebration.

Hagen ran over, eyes shining with excitement, and threw his arms around Su Luo.
"Oh my God, Su Luo! You were incredible! You showed real leadership out there. I almost feel like bowing down to you!"

Su Luo chuckled.
"Thanks, Hagen. We all worked hard today — the teamwork was fantastic."

Hagen laughed, shaking his head.
"True, but there’s still a tiny thing… you could work on your penalty kicks a bit more," he said half-jokingly.

Su Luo smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Got it. I’ll spend a few extra hours tomorrow practicing penalties," he replied cheerfully.

Their teammates nearby burst into laughter and applause.

Su Luo felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him — being recognized and appreciated by his teammates was one of the best feelings in the world.
The atmosphere within the squad made him realize just how lucky he was.

Hagen gave him a big thumbs-up.
"Hey, I’ve got a suggestion — why not ask Karl Heinz for some advice? He’s a veteran and one of the best at taking penalties. I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out."

Su Luo nodded in agreement.
"That’s a great idea. Heinz really is one of the best. I’ll talk to him tomorrow," he said with a grateful smile.

Inside the Dortmund team, the mood was light and joyful — the players were united, supporting and pushing each other forward like true brothers-in-arms.

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Chapter 52

“Daniel… you actually participated in this?”

Hearing Steve Rogers read out his old friend’s name on live television, the congressman’s companion turned to him in disbelief.
Just one glance at Daniel Buckley’s pale face told him everything — Captain America was telling the truth.

“Damn it, Daniel! How could you get involved in something like this? And let them gather this much evidence on you?!”

Before he could finish scolding his friend, the door suddenly burst open with a loud bang. A group of heavily armed agents in jackets marked FBI stormed into the room.

“Daniel Buckley, you are under arrest for your suspected involvement in human trafficking and organ trading!”

Hearing those words, Daniel stared blankly at the television, where Steve Rogers was still reading out names one by one.
Then, his body slumped lifelessly into the sofa, as if all strength had left him.

Seeing this, the FBI captain motioned to his men. Two agents stepped forward and lifted the senator from the couch.

Daniel’s companion immediately raised his hands and said nervously, “I—I don’t know him well! I just came here to pick up some documents!”

“Heh…”
The FBI captain sneered, glancing down at the list in his hand. The man’s name wasn’t there, so he ignored him and turned back to his team.

“Take him away.”

Daniel Buckley, looking completely defeated, was escorted out of the house as cameras flashed outside.

New York City — Inside the NYPD Headquarters

“Chief, how could you do something like this?!”

Police Chief Bob glared at Deputy Chief Alex, the man he had respected most throughout his career.
“No wonder, after the Blood Parrot Gang was taken down, the first thing you cared about wasn’t the perpetrator — but whether any evidence was left at the scene!”

“It turns out you were the one protecting these monsters all along!”

Deputy Chief Alex’s body trembled. Cold sweat dripped down his back.

If only… he hadn’t been greedy for that $100,000 bribe.
If only he hadn’t made that one phone call to destroy the Blood Parrot Gang’s evidence…

Now everything was gone — his career, his honor, his family.

Taking a shaky breath, Alex opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small revolver.

“Put the gun down!”
Chief Bob immediately drew his sidearm and pointed it at him.

“I can’t go to prison, Bob.” Alex’s voice trembled. “You know what’ll happen to me there. I’ve locked up too many dangerous men myself.”

He gave Bob a pleading look. “You remember when you first joined the force? I was the one who took you out on patrol. Please… let me end this myself.”

He began loading a bullet into the revolver.

Bob’s hand trembled. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Thank you…”
Alex whispered as he raised the gun to his mouth and closed his eyes.

Bang!

A shot rang out — but not from his gun. The bullet tore through Alex’s arm, sending the revolver clattering to the floor.

A squad of FBI agents burst into the room.

“Heh…”
The FBI captain smirked as Alex screamed in pain.
“Trying to take the easy way out? Have you ever thought about those women and children you helped destroy? Who gave them a quick death?”

“Don’t even think about dying easy, Alex. I promise you’ll live a very long and painful life in prison.”

He waved to his men. “Take him away.”

As they dragged Alex out, the captain turned to Chief Bob, whose face was pale and shaken.
He patted him on the shoulder. “A beast like that doesn’t deserve death. Let him live — it’s the only way those victims might rest in peace.”

Chief Bob stood silently as the FBI left, their footsteps echoing down the hall.
He looked around at the stunned officers in the station, all whispering in disbelief.

Taking a long breath, he muttered quietly, “This really is… a day I’ll never forget.”

Los Angeles

“Damn it! After I learned you were still alive, I even helped spread the news about your resurrection! And this is how you repay me?!”

The wealthy young heir screamed at the TV as Steve Rogers’ broadcast showed his name among the exposed criminals.
Furious, he grabbed a chair and smashed the screen.

“I only bought a few boys from the Blood Parrot Gang! That’s not some unforgivable crime! Why is that damn hero reading my name like I’m a monster?!”

“Sir,” his bodyguard said urgently, “you’d better leave Los Angeles immediately. Go to Eastern Europe, Asia, Africa — anywhere but here. The LAPD will come for you soon.”

“Yeah… you’re right. I can’t stay here.” The man’s voice shook. “Charles, get the car ready! Call the airline — I’ll pack and—”

Suddenly, gunfire erupted outside the villa.

The man froze in panic.

“Boss! This way, through the back!”
The bodyguard grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the back door.

But before they could escape, a squad of fully armed LAPD officers stormed through the corridor, blocking every exit.

Seeing them, the bodyguard immediately dropped to his knees, hands raised.

The young heir stood frozen in terror.

“Captain! We found several boys locked in the basement!” one officer shouted.

The captain’s face darkened. He ordered his men to cuff the trembling heir, then strode to the basement.
After one look at the horrific scene inside, his rage boiled over.

He returned and kicked the young man hard in the chest, sending him sprawling.

“Ah! You can’t do this to me!” the heir screamed. “I’ll sue you! I’ll make sure you lose your badge!”

The captain grabbed his collar, eyes blazing.
“Go ahead and sue. You like boys so much? I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life in a cell with some old Mexican inmates.”

“A pampered little bastard like you will be very popular there.”

Hearing those words, the man turned pale with horror, struggling wildly.

“Take him away!”
The captain waved his hand, and the officers dragged the screaming heir and his bodyguard out of the house.

Disgust twisted the captain’s face as he muttered, “Monsters in designer suits.”

At S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Watching Steve Rogers read name after name on live television, Alexander Pierce leaned back and smiled faintly at Nick Fury.

“Captain America sure knows how to make an entrance. His first act after returning is to shake the whole damn world. By tomorrow, all of America will be talking about this.”

Fury’s tone was cold. “As they should. If you commit crimes like this, you’d better be ready to face the consequences.”

He folded his arms. “Using this operation — exposing the rich and powerful — as a symbol of Captain America’s return? That’s justice people have been waiting to see.”

Pierce nodded, smirking. “What I’m curious about is who’s helping him. Whoever’s behind this investigation with Rogers… they’re good. Maybe even better than we thought.”

“Fury, maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. should recruit them. Power like that shouldn’t go to waste.”

Fury nodded slightly — but in his heart, he felt a chill.

Once, he would’ve trusted Alexander Pierce with his life.
But after seeing that video… after learning who Sitwell had really worked for…

He wasn’t so sure anymore.

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Chapter 51

Fox TV — a live interview program broadcast worldwide.

After getting Steve Rogers’ autograph, the host began reviewing the flow of the live interview with him.

“Captain Rogers, since this live show has been promoted for three days in advance, the ratings are expected to be massive. There will be at least tens of millions of viewers watching online in the United States alone.”

“And if we include Europe, the numbers will be even higher. So, Captain Rogers, could you tell us a little about the ‘surprise’ you’ve prepared?”

Faced with the host’s curiosity, Steve just smiled and said nothing.

“Alright then, Captain Rogers. The program will go live in ten minutes, so I won’t keep you.”

Standing up, she glanced at the lounge — Tony Stark, the new shareholder of Fox TV, sat nearby, while beside him was Linen, wearing a mask and radiating an icy, calm aura.

With a polite nod, the host left the room.

Once she was gone, Steve set down the interview script and turned to Linen.
“Judge, is this the evidence Natasha recovered in Eastern Europe?”

Linen nodded. “Yes. Combined with the testimony of Collins Miles from the Blood Parrot Gang, this evidence is more than enough to send those powerful men behind it to prison.”

Tony Stark frowned, his expression grim.
“It’s outrageous. After watching how those monsters tortured those poor girls, I think I’ll be having nightmares for a while.”

He clenched his fists. “But at least this time, tens of millions of people will be watching. With that kind of attention — and Steve’s reputation — we’ll make sure those bastards go down for good.”

Steve nodded, taking a deep breath. When the signal came that the interview was about to start, he stood up, straightened his classic blue uniform, and picked up his shield.

As Steve walked out toward the stage, Tony watched his determined steps and muttered,
“I swear, he looks like he’s marching into battle.”

Linen glanced at him and replied quietly, “Isn’t this another kind of battlefield?”

Tony gave a small smile. “Then count me in.”

He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and spoke briefly. When he hung up, he raised an eyebrow toward Linen.
“I don’t trust the NYPD with this. I’ve asked my friends at the FBI to assist. This time, we’re going to wipe them out completely.”

Meanwhile, in Washington — at a congressman’s private residence.

As Steve Rogers appeared on TV to thunderous applause from the audience, the congressman smirked and said to his companion,
“I’ve got to hand it to the PR machine. After seventy years of glorification, Steve Rogers has become a literal god to the American public.”

“You know,” he continued, swirling his glass of whiskey, “it was the military that built his image after the war. My guess is, they’ll want him back under their control soon.”

His friend chuckled. “Sure — but the reason America used Steve Rogers as a propaganda symbol all these years was because he was dead. A dead man doesn’t complain about how much money people make off his name.”

He took a sip of his drink. “But now that he’s alive again… I wonder how all those who profited from his legacy are feeling.”

Before they could continue, Steve’s voice echoed through the live broadcast.

“A friend of mine accidentally rescued a girl who was about to be kidnapped in New York half a month ago,” Steve said calmly, his eyes sharp. “At first, we thought it was just a random kidnapping case. But after thorough investigation, we discovered the truth was far worse.”

He held up a document for the camera.
“This was not an isolated crime — it was an organized, premeditated operation. The group behind it is powerful, with deep connections.”

“They didn’t just abduct young girls — they trafficked them to Eastern Europe, sold them into the red-light districts, and even to high-ranking officials and celebrities. Some were children, sold for organ harvesting.”

Gasps erupted across the studio. Viewers everywhere sat frozen as Steve continued.

“A few days ago, my teammates dismantled one of these organizations in Eastern Europe — one connected directly to the Blood Parrot Gang. What we found there was horrifying.”

He pressed another document to the camera.
“These children were kidnapped, matched for organ compatibility, and their organs were removed and sold to those wealthy enough to pay.”

“As for the girls… they were treated as objects. Sold off after the so-called ‘clients’ had their fun. When they fell ill, they were locked away, and their killings were broadcast live on the dark web.”

The entire studio went silent. Even those watching from home stared in disbelief.

Steve’s voice grew stronger.
“Although we’ve rescued over seven hundred victims across transit hubs and Eastern Europe, thousands more are still missing — sold, trafficked, and butchered for profit.”

“Tens of thousands of people disappear every year in America. Most are kidnapped and funneled into global trafficking networks. Their organs supply the wealthy and powerful who hide behind influence and money.”

“These crimes thrive in cities like New York, Washington, and Los Angeles — because of the powerful people protecting them.”

Watching the live broadcast, Congressman Daniel felt his heart tighten.
His palms were cold and sweaty.

Because he knew — his own liver transplant came through one of those ‘special’ underground channels.

He grabbed his phone, about to make a call. But before he could, Steve Rogers’ voice thundered through the speakers again.

“I now hold a list of individuals directly linked to the Blood Parrot Gang,” Steve declared. “These people are either the shield protecting this criminal empire — or the beneficiaries of its evil.”

“I swear, in the name of Captain America, I will not let a single one of them escape justice.”

He lifted another page. “Next, I will read every name on this list. I have all the evidence.”

“Alex Mack — Deputy Director of the New York Police Department.
Daniel Buckley — United States Senator.
Dick Sayre — New York State Senator.
Members of the Forbes Rich List…”

Each name hit like a hammer.

Business magnates, high-ranking officials, powerful politicians — every one of them exposed under the blinding light of live television.

Senator Daniel Buckley froze, phone trembling in his hand.
Then, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the sofa.

It was over.

The moment Captain America read his name before tens of millions of people — his life was finished.
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Chapter 108 The Golden Little Wife

[Hatake Sakumo rescued his companions and abandoned the mission, causing it to fail. Rumors spread throughout the village. What is your response...?]

"No!"

"This guy is a master, he must not commit suicide!"

Naruto became a little excited and responded quickly.

In Hatake Sakumo’s case, no one knew who was behind the events that caused such a huge impact after his mission failed.

But if no one knows who’s responsible… then it must be Danzo.

For now, though, calming Hatake Sakumo down is the top priority.

[You issue a public statement praising Hatake Sakumo, saying his actions reflect the true Will of Fire of Konoha Village.

He never gave up on his comrades, even at the cost of his reputation.

This is something to be respected. Even as the Third Hokage, you personally crafted a medal for Hatake Sakumo.

The Hatake Sakumo incident has been peacefully resolved...]

[Time flies. As you keep an eye on various situations in the village, the Third Kazekage is assassinated.
The long-quiet ninja world starts to grow turbulent again, and the Third Great Ninja War breaks out.]

[The major ninja villages begin to target Konoha for various reasons.

You lead a united Konoha to resist and successfully force the Four Great Ninja Villages to sign an armistice agreement.

Konoha greatly benefits — the number of civilians in the village grows explosively, mission income increases sevenfold, and the Daimyo’s Mansion starts becoming suspicious of Konoha’s power.

Your choice is...]

"Daimyo’s Mansion? Isn’t that the kind of guy with no ability but too much money, always meddling in others’ affairs?"

Naruto thought for a moment before making his decision.

[You lead Konoha to break away from the Daimyo’s jurisdiction.

The Daimyo’s Mansion no longer recognizes Konoha as the military force of the Land of Fire.

The Daimyo attempts to establish a new ninja village, but no shinobi dares to oppose Konoha.

Left only with samurai, the Daimyo doesn’t dare to confront Konoha and instead seeks peace.

Your choice is...]

"Tsk, tsk... Now you want peace?"

"Then let’s just take control of the Daimyo’s Mansion — that way, I can control the entire Land of Fire."

[You mobilize Konoha’s forces, seize control of the Daimyo’s Palace, and rule the Land of Fire, obtaining immense wealth.

Other ninja villages soon follow Konoha’s example.

The world structure changes once again.

The Daimyo system collapses; the ninja villages become centralized powers, and the authority of the Kage rises to an all-time high.]

[Orochimaru’s human experiments are discovered by Sarutobi Hiruzen. Hiruzen captures Orochimaru and brings him to you. Your choice is...]

"Tsk~ This snake got caught after all. But his experiments… they seem to have potential."

"It’s better to—"

[You impose restrictions on Orochimaru’s living experiments, on the condition that he clears his name and continues his research under supervision within Konoha.]

It seems Konoha is getting better and better.

As of now, Orochimaru hasn’t defected, and Hatake Sakumo hasn’t committed suicide.

The major clans are thriving, and the village is harmonious.

If this keeps up, I might be able to take on the Akatsuki organization alone!

Watching Konoha’s steady development, Naruto felt a rare sense of calm and satisfaction.

It seems Sarutobi Hiruzen really was at fault — his greatest mistake was his inaction.

He was too influenced by Danzo, becoming overly cautious and indecisive.

That led to Konoha’s talent slowly fading away.

By the time of the Nine-Tails’ attack, the village was already full of holes.

After that, the Uchiha clan was wiped out, and Konoha’s strength hit rock bottom.

But now, with Naruto’s reforms, the Uchiha clan has been appeased, and the relationship among ninja clans has shifted from hatred and rivalry to healthy competition through contribution points.

Conflicts between clans and civilians are almost gone.

[You’ve grown old and are considering retirement. Your choice is...]

"Retirement?"

"Well... sure, let’s retire. With Namikaze Minato in the village, he’s more than capable of taking over."

"Being Hokage affects your strength. Even though it’s a respected title, it’s exhausting. You’re always solving problems and barely have time to train — your power stagnates."

"So yeah, the Hokage position is no longer beneficial for me."

"I’ve already proven Sarutobi Hiruzen wrong. That’s enough."

Naruto thought so and resigned as Hokage in the simulation.

[You select several Hokage candidates and initiate a vote. In the end, Namikaze Minato wins by an overwhelming margin and becomes the Fourth Hokage, while you live a peaceful retirement.]

[You are later ambushed by Danzo’s secretly recruited subordinates. Because you were tired and neglected your training for years, your power declined, and you were successfully assassinated...]

[However, Danzo’s plot is exposed, and he is executed by the enraged Konoha shinobi...]

[Simulation ends.]

[Simulation Evaluation: A lifetime of hard work. To be a good Hokage, you dedicated yourself day and night, never even marrying — only to be killed in the end by Danzo’s men.
Not a glorious ending, but your achievements were monumental...]

[System Rating: 6]

[Reward: Level 6 Physical Enhancement]

[You received a Reward Selection Card: Hatake]

When the simulation suddenly ended, Naruto was stunned.

He still wanted to see Konoha grow stronger and face the Akatsuki!

Damn it!

That idiot Danzo again.

Just because I didn’t make him leader, he held a grudge for decades and ambushed me?

Unbelievable... what a lunatic!

If he had freedom in the simulation, Naruto would’ve already beaten that old b*****d senseless.

Still, Naruto wasn’t disappointed with this simulation.

The character had an extremely long lifespan.

Even without much training after taking office, his Sage Mode had lasted longer than anyone else’s, and his mastery of it had reached the peak.

This was exactly the result Naruto wanted.

After claiming his reward, Naruto immediately used the selection card.

[Ding~ You’ve used Reward Selection Card – Hatake. Acquired Sage Mode: Shikkotsu Forest Form.]

Memories poured into Naruto’s mind.

Sage Mode truly was incredible — his strength in the ninja world skyrocketed.

More importantly, Sage Mode and Tailed Beast Mode didn’t conflict.

That meant Naruto could use both at the same time!

Sage Mode + Nine-Tails Chakra Mode... the Immortal Fox Mode!

Add Ultra-Light-Weight Rock Technique and Lightning Release Armor on top — he’d become an unstoppable buff monster!

But what Naruto really wanted Sage Mode for... was to study the “True Waterfall” genjutsu.

At noon the next day, Naruto and Karin came out of their room.

Though the ship was packed with travelers, Naruto didn’t care about exposure anymore.

No matter who it was — no one could do anything to him now.

So while teaching Karin how to enter Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, Naruto began studying the Shikkotsu Forest Sage Mode and the True Waterfall genjutsu at the same time.

There was a lot to do, but everything was progressing smoothly.

Karin successfully entered Nine-Tails Chakra Mode, transforming from his cute red-haired partner into a golden, glowing beauty.

If there was any difference now, it was that she felt softer and warmer in his arms.

Though her miniature Nine-Tails chakra wasn’t vast, it lasted long enough to handle most situations.

And Naruto, on the other hand, was already researching something even greater...
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Chapter 107 Solve The Problem And Thrive

[With Tobirama’s cover, you and your companions managed to escape safely. Because of your growing reputation, many people were willing to support you. Following Senju Tobirama’s final orders, you officially became the Third Hokage.]

[You felt deep sorrow over Tobirama’s death, and you also began to develop a strong desire to end the war as soon as possible.]

[You convened a Five Kage Summit to discuss the matter of peace.]

[After years of fighting, all the great ninja villages were suffering heavy losses.

In addition, as a master of Sage Jutsu like Senju Hashirama, your proposal carried weight. Three of the five Kage agreed with your idea.

Cloud Village had lost its Raikage, and the temporary representative had no choice but to comply.]

[You successfully ended the war and began rebuilding Konoha based on Senju Hashirama’s ideals.]

[You appointed Sarutobi Hiruzen as the head of the Anbu. Shimura Danzō felt that the principles of Senju Hashirama you were promoting were too soft and naive. He advised you to establish a secret organization called “Root,” to serve as the village’s hidden strength. Your decision is…]

“Danzo, that old dog?”

“Sarutobi Hiruzen might have been partly responsible for Konoha’s downfall, but this old dog Danzo is the real cancer.”

“Of course I disagree!”

“However… it seems Root has to exist. Without it, the village can’t obtain secret intelligence or additional resources. The question is—who should lead it?”

Naruto hesitated.

The Root leader held immense authority and commanded a private army—almost equivalent to a shadow behind the Hokage.

If the person in charge wasn’t reliable, Root’s power would only serve itself and never truly benefit the village.

After thinking for a while, Naruto decided Utatane Koharu was a better choice.

She was loyal, old-fashioned, and still deeply attached to the character Naruto was simulating.

If she were to lead Root, Naruto would at least feel more at ease.

Her ability might not be on the same level as Danzo or Sarutobi, but being someone chosen by Tobirama meant she wasn’t without capability.

[You followed Shimura Danzō’s suggestion and established the Root Division, appointing Utatane Koharu as its leader. Danzō held a grudge because of this.]

[Thanks to your inclusive policies, many bloodline limit ninjas wandering the world began to join Konoha.]

[Twenty years later, because of the differing geography and uneven population growth among nations, conflicts of interest arose once again, triggering the Second Great Ninja War.]

[Sarutobi Hiruzen’s three students entered the battlefield and became known as the Legendary Sannin. You yourself were recognized as the “Ninja Hero” for your exceptional leadership and beliefs.]

[After the Second Great Ninja War ended, the Uchiha clan had gained immense fame and achievements, which led to growing arrogance. This sparked dissatisfaction among other Konoha clans.

Danzo appeared once more, reminding you of Tobirama’s warnings about the Uchiha and urged you to suppress and marginalize them before their pride fueled further hostility.]

“The Uchiha really are arrogant. Always looking down on others—it’s no wonder people dislike them.”

“The Uchiha and Hyuga clans both have terrible tempers. Dealing with them isn’t easy.”

Naruto pondered for a few minutes before coming up with a solution.

[You divided Konoha into three regions. The shape of each region formed a triangle, its tip pointing toward the village center, ensuring all three sectors could protect the outer, middle, and inner parts of Konoha.

The smallest area was assigned to the Uchiha clan. The medium-sized area was allocated to the Hyuga clan and other powerful ninja families. The remaining 90% of the land was designated for civilians and non-bloodline ninjas.

This division was meant to physically separate conflicting clans, allowing time and distance to gradually dissolve their hatred.]

[Your plan worked.

The clans now had vast areas separating them. They rarely interacted, which indeed reduced direct friction and conflict.

However, it also created new problems—the noble ninja clans became increasingly isolated, and their sense of belonging to the village weakened.]

Naruto frowned as he read the results.

Although the tension between clans had eased, a new issue arose.

If the clans became too divided and stopped cooperating, their overall strength during wartime would decline.

In time, the clans might become so independent that Konoha could fragment into smaller villages led by each bloodline family.

What should he do?

Maybe… make them understand that their privileges come from the village—and strengthen inter-clan cooperation.

After some thought, Naruto came up with a plan.

[To improve relations between clans and the village, you reassigned young ninjas from different families into mixed teams. They were each instructed by Tobirama’s former disciples to foster understanding between them.

At the same time, you introduced a contribution system—where ninjas and clans could earn better resources by completing missions or contributing to the village. This strengthened loyalty and reinforced the concept of “Konoha first.”]

[Several years later, this new generation’s friendships helped ease tensions among the major clans. The contribution system also deepened their sense of unity and belonging.]

[However, as the ninja clans grew stronger, the gap between them and civilian ninjas widened. This created occasional disputes, though the elite clans usually prevailed.]

“This won’t do…”

“This will just create a new divide—between privileged clans and ordinary people.”

“But expecting everyone to just ‘get along’ is unrealistic. Maybe I should strengthen the civilians’ rights instead.”

“Hmm… let’s think…”

[To remove resentment buried in civilians’ hearts, you implemented a new “war zone” system.

Every region was classified as a war zone, represented by its most capable ninja—regardless of clan or status.

Combined with the contribution system, civilians gained the same rights and benefits as clan ninjas.

This lessened hatred between the two groups, though it did create a subtle emotional distance.]

In reality, Naruto rubbed his temples helplessly.

Managing a village was far more complicated than he’d imagined.

No wonder the Naruto from the original story looked so exhausted after becoming Hokage.

But since this problem was similar to before, Naruto quickly thought of another solution.

[To reduce the divide between clan ninjas and civilians, you started with the younger generation. You scattered the clan-born students into teams with civilian ninjas, under the guidance of experienced Jōnin from non-clan backgrounds.]

After Naruto made the decision, he waited for the results.

Now, there was no longer hostility between civilians and clans.

Those civilian Jōnin had no reason to exclude young heirs from the major families.

If this plan worked, it would bring both sides closer.

Over time, as the new generation matured, their understanding and cooperation would reshape the mindset of the entire village—
helping clan-born and civilian ninjas truly see each other as equals.

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Chapter 174 Fierce Fighting, Go Up

Asgard

Dark clouds blanketed the sky over Asgard, churning like the end of days. Lightning flashed through the storm, crackling with divine fury, filling the air with oppressive tension.

Beneath the storm stood a towering figure — the horse-faced Thor, arcs of electricity dancing across his body. In his left hand he held Mjolnir, and in his right, the Stormbreaker. His gaze locked onto the golden-red Iron Man armor hovering in front of him.

Click.

The faceplate of the armor lifted, revealing Allens inside. His eyes gleamed with interest as he looked at the horse-faced Thor floating before him.

To be honest, this was the first time Allens had ever seen a horse-faced version of Thor — in any life. After all, this was the MCU — the Marvel Cinematic Universe — and there had never been such a Thor in it.

But with his brain enhanced a thousandfold, Allens quickly deduced the reason. It had to be connected to the Quantum Realm.

“Shit… are you Allens?”

Thor’s eyes widened in surprise when the faceplate opened. That armor clearly belonged to Tony Stark — yet the person inside wasn’t him.

“Brainiac Allens? Bullshit! Don’t tell me Allens killed Tony Stark already? Damn it! I wanted to be the one to do that… Ugh, this is getting complicated.”

Rocket Raccoon’s jaw dropped as he muttered and shrugged, his pointed ears twitching.

According to the data Dr. Bruce Banner had shared, Rocket knew exactly who he was dealing with — Allens, the smartest man on Earth.

Banner had even said that if Allens fully unlocked his brain’s potential, his intelligence would surpass even the Kree Empire’s Supreme Intelligence.

“Allens!” the horse-faced Thor growled, his voice booming through the storm. “You dare invade Asgard? Today, I’ll take your head and use it for a kickball!”

Before Rocket could even react, Thor swung Mjolnir and vanished in a blur of lightning, closing the distance of hundreds of meters in a blink.

Boom!

He appeared in front of Allens instantly, raising the Stormbreaker high as thunder roared around him, then brought it crashing down with divine might.

Swish!

But the axe passed clean through Allens — as if his body were made of smoke.

“Sir, the phasing module has been activated,” reported J.A.R.V.I.S inside the armor.

When Thor had charged, the AI had already enabled the phasing protocol.

“What the hell—?” Thor’s eyes widened. Before he could react, a surge of electromagnetic force exploded from Allens’ right hand.

Boom!

The shockwave caught Thor midair and hurled him into a nearby building. The impact shattered the wall, sending dust and lightning flying as Thor crashed to the ground, coughing blood.

“What terrifying power…” he muttered, clutching his chest. Even the Hulk couldn’t injure him like this — yet Allens had just done it with one hit.

Buzz... buzz...

Thor staggered up, lightning still crackling in his eyes. Mjolnir flew back to his hand, and he hurled it with all his might.

Boom!

An energy shield flickered to life from Allens’ right arm, blocking the strike. He raised his left hand, activating another system — the Energy Manipulation Module.

Thunder surged in Allens’ palm as he caught Stormbreaker mid-swing. Lightning clashed between divine and artificial power. Then, Thor recalled Mjolnir, slamming it into Allens’ chest —

“Energy absorption module active,” J.A.R.V.I.S. announced. “Divine lightning being converted to power.”

The diamond-shaped arc reactor on Allens’ chest pulsed violently, absorbing Thor’s lightning and converting it into energy for the armor.

Allens clenched his fist and drove it straight into Thor’s jaw — a strike imbued with raw, amplified force. Thor flew backward again, smashing into the ground.

“Hey! Horse-face! We’re supposed to be partners!” Rocket shouted, facepalming. “I like fighting solo too, but that guy’s not someone we can beat alone!”

Rocket’s mechanical arm extended, firing an electromagnetic cannon at Allens.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

Red energy pulses blasted across the battlefield, heating the air until it shimmered.

“Microwave pulse detected,” J.A.R.V.I.S. noted.

Allens grinned, activating another module. “Let’s see how you handle mine.”

Microwave energy surged outward from his armor, devouring Rocket’s attack completely, scattering the energy into harmless waves.

Rocket didn’t stop firing, while Thor — regaining his footing — raised Stormbreaker once more. With both hands, he summoned a storm and dove from the sky like a thunder god reborn.

Allens reached out with his right hand, catching the axe mid-swing.

At the same moment, Groot’s vine-like branches — now mechanical tendrils of nanotech — lashed out, wrapping around Allens’ arm in an attempt to restrain him.

Allens’ eyes narrowed. “Gamma Amplifier, activate.”

Whirr!

The armor surged with power as the Gamma-420 module came online. His arm strength multiplied instantly — and with a single motion, he hurled Thor and Stormbreaker down into the ground.

Rumble!

The earth split open from the impact. Cracks spread outward as Thor hit the ground hard, coughing blood again.

Gasping, he reached out and called Mjolnir back to his hand. The hammer flew straight at Allens, smashing into his chest and sending him skidding backward.

But Allens simply caught Mjolnir midair — and with a smirk, hurled it back.

“Let’s see how you handle that.”

The hammer slammed straight into Rocket Raccoon, pinning him to the ground like a mountain.

“F*k! Horse-face Thor! Get this damn hammer off me! I’m gonna be crushed to death!” Rocket howled, flailing beneath Mjolnir.
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Chapter 173 Allensvs Horse Noodle Thor

Asgard

On the edge of Asgard stood an ancient, weathered square. Few ever came here.
Legend said this place was the resting ground of the God of Death.

Swish—

Above the square, a massive spatial rift tore open. Frost-covered warships emerged one after another, forcing their way through the crack.
It was the army of Jotunheim, led by its absolute ruler—King Laufey.
Standing beside him were two figures: a towering warrior with the face of a horse, and a small raccoon-like creature armed to the teeth.

“Hmph. Beta Ray Bill, I hope you can keep your word.”
King Laufey’s cold eyes flicked toward the horse-faced warrior as he let out a disdainful snort.

“Don’t worry,” said Beta Ray Bill, gripping Stormbreaker tightly in his right hand.
“I am Thor Odinson, the future King of Asgard. A mere Casket of Ancient Winters—I’ll return it to you once this is done.”

He stood tall, his armor crackling with lightning, expression firm and resolute.

Long ago, Thor had formed an alliance with King Laufey.
With the Frost Giants’ help, he would reclaim Asgard’s throne.
In return, Laufey would receive the Casket of Ancient Winters and be granted equal standing among the gods.

Blinded by such an offer, Laufey—despite his hatred of Asgard—agreed. Thus, an uneasy alliance was born.

“Hey, hey! I don’t know what’s happening here, but something feels really off about Asgard right now.”
Rocket Raccoon, standing beside Beta Ray Bill, adjusted the optical sight over his left eye.

He wore the standard combat armor of the Guardians of the Galaxy, equipped with a tactical display capable of detecting activity hundreds of kilometers away.

Rocket tapped twice on the holo-screen projected from his right arm.
Instantly, a shimmering image appeared before them.

In the projection, a Sentinel hovered high above the city, effortlessly killing several Asgardian warriors.
Nearby, a figure in a red-and-gold Iron Man suit was ruthlessly cutting down Asgard’s elite.

“F***! Tony Stark?!”

Both Beta Ray Bill and Rocket’s faces turned grim.
Bill’s fury erupted—his entire body bursting with blinding lightning.

“Calm down, buddy!” Rocket said quickly. “I know Tony’s… arrogant, narcissistic, self-righteous, and, yeah, a pain in the ass—but he wouldn’t do something like this… right?”

His tone wasn’t exactly convincing.

Boom!

Lightning exploded outward as Beta Ray Bill floated into the air.
The entire sky darkened—thunderclouds boiling, lightning tearing across the heavens.

“Ah, shit… looks like we’re walking straight into a storm,” Rocket muttered.
He sealed the transparent faceplate of his helmet, the thrusters on his boots flaring to life.
Grabbing a massive silver-plated cannon, he blasted off toward the center of the battle.

“So, he’s coming, huh?”

High above the battlefield, Allens floated silently in mid-air, his gaze fixed westward. A faint, amused smirk played at the corner of his lips.
Electric arcs danced across his armor, his aura radiant—almost divine.

But as the incoming figure drew closer, Allens frowned.
“Wait… a horse-faced Thor? Beta Ray Bill? Not Thor himself?”

The surprise flickered briefly across his face.

“Damn it, Tony Stark! Why are you attacking Asgard?!”
Beta Ray Bill roared, ignoring Allens entirely.
Lightning surged madly through his body, pouring into Stormbreaker until it blazed with destructive energy.

His eyes glowed bright blue as divine power flooded outward.

Then, with a powerful swing, he hurled Stormbreaker.

Rumble—

A blinding blue lightning beam tore through the air, with Stormbreaker at its core, radiating an aura of annihilation.
Bill was confident—even Thanos with the Infinity Gauntlet couldn’t have withstood this blow.
And this time, he was aiming for the head.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., boost energy output by one thousand percent,” Allens ordered calmly.
“Activate psychokinetic amplification module.”

The diamond-shaped Arc Reactor on his chest flared as bright as the sun.
His telekinetic power—his “Psychokinesis”—erupted like a raging sea.

Under the armor’s amplification field, his power surged exponentially.

Boom!

A transparent beam of concentrated Psychokinesis shot from Allens’ palm, colliding head-on with Stormbreaker.

The blue lightning and the white psychic energy clashed violently, locked in a stalemate mid-air.

The scene resembled Thor’s fateful battle with Thanos—but this time, Stormbreaker was held back by Allens’ telekinetic might and his own engineered armor.

“F***! Thor’s power—explode!” Beta Ray Bill roared, pouring more divine energy into his weapon.
Stormbreaker flared brighter, beginning to overpower the psychic beam and push toward Allens.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the gravity device.”
Allens’ eyes narrowed coldly.

Deep within his armor, the gravity core roared to life—creating a gravitational field like that of a small planet.

He clenched his right hand.

A crushing repulsive force surged forth, merging with his psychic beam.
The mighty Stormbreaker halted mid-flight, then slowly began reversing direction—hurtling back toward Beta Ray Bill.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Bill instinctively raised his hand to catch his weapon—but the force was too strong.
He was thrown backward, smashing through several Asgardian buildings.
Under the dual pressure of Psychokinesis and gravity, cracks spread across his Thor armor.

“I am Thor Odinson, son of Odin!”
From the ruins, Beta Ray Bill shot back into the sky, his voice thundering across Asgard.

He raised his left hand, summoning Mjolnir from the grasp of a nearby Sentinel.
The hammer tore through the air in a trail of lightning, obliterating the robot before landing firmly in his hand.

Now, with Mjolnir in his left hand and Stormbreaker in his right, lightning blazing in his eyes, his bare chest gleaming with divine power—he looked every bit the god of thunder reborn.

“Damn, bro, that’s badass,” Rocket muttered in awe, arriving late to the scene, staring at Bill’s thunder-wreathed form.
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Chapter 1,078 I Know You All Have Lofty Goals

The chairman smiled warmly. “I know all of you have lofty goals.”

Then his expression gradually turned serious. “And in order to achieve those goals, I think it’s time we had another talk.”

Su Luo, Robert, and Hagen immediately sensed the hidden meaning behind the chairman’s words and waited expectantly to hear what he would say next.

“Recently, several clubs have been inquiring about Su Luo’s situation,” the chairman continued after a brief pause. “Although we have no intention of letting you go, I think we should consider increasing the release clause in your contract.”

Su Luo was taken aback, visibly surprised.

He had been ready to give his all for Dortmund’s future, but he didn’t expect the chairman to bring up such an issue.

“The increase in the release clause is meant to protect the club’s interests,” the chairman explained. “We’re aware that you might attract more attention from other clubs in the near future, but we also have to think about how the team will rebuild if you ever leave.”

Hearing this, both Robert and Hagen fell silent, exchanging a meaningful look.

—

On the sunlit Dortmund training ground, Su Luo wore light training gear as he worked up a sweat during an intense solo session.

He poured his full effort into every drill, striving for perfection in every movement.

From the sidelines, the coach watched closely, clearly satisfied with what he saw.

He walked over to Su Luo and said with an encouraging smile, “Su Luo, your hard work and passion for football really make me proud.”

Su Luo smiled modestly. “Thank you, coach. I just want to give my best every day.”

The coach nodded. “You’re already an exceptional player, but we can still push your technical level even higher.”

Hearing this, Su Luo’s eyes lit up with anticipation. He knew he still had plenty of room to grow.

“Coach, please tell me what I need to do,” he said eagerly.

The coach smiled and gestured toward the field. “First, we’ll focus on improving your dribbling and passing. You need to adjust the power and precision of your touches to make your passes more threatening.”

Su Luo nodded and began to imitate the coach’s demonstration.
“Okay, I’ll try to do it.”

They soon started a series of drills focusing on dribbling and passing.

Under the coach’s guidance, Su Luo constantly refined his movements and experimented with new techniques.

Sunlight poured over the green pitch, and in that calm and focused atmosphere, Su Luo concentrated on every single action.

After a while, the coach gave an approving nod.
“You’ve improved a lot,” he said encouragingly.

Su Luo smiled, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Thank you, coach. I’ll keep working hard.”

They sat together on the sidelines for a short break.

Su Luo was breathing heavily, but his eyes burned with determination.
“I want to be the best player in the world,” he declared.

The coach smiled and patted his head. “I believe you can achieve that. As long as you stay focused and keep working hard, you’ll become the best version of yourself.”

Su Luo clenched his fists. “I won’t let you down, coach.”

They resumed training again. Under the blazing sun, Su Luo pushed himself to the limit, his sweat and effort blending into a picture of relentless determination.

He knew that only through constant training and perseverance could he stand at the very top of the football world.

—

Later, in the Dortmund club office, Su Luo sat on a large leather chair, holding a contract in his hand.

A heavy atmosphere filled the room, as if hinting that the upcoming conversation would not be an easy one.

Across from him, his agent sat with a frown. “Su Luo, you know your contract will expire at the end of next season.”

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