Although the goalkeeper slapped the grass in frustration, the fact that the ball had gone through the net was now irreversible.
Not far away, Emily sat in the stands, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with tears as she watched Su Luo’s goal.
She could feel even more deeply the heroic spirit and confidence Su Luo displayed on the pitch.
At this moment, she was both proud and overjoyed for him.
The entire stadium seemed to be wrapped in a world of joy and triumph.
Off the field, the staff were already preparing for the celebration ceremony and fireworks show. The whole night would belong to victory—and to Su Luo.
When Su Luo returned to his teammates, they continued sharing the joy of victory with the crowd, expressing their deepest gratitude and mutual respect.
The cheers rang out over the Golden Storm Stadium, echoing through the endless night sky.
Su Luo walked into the locker room of the Golden Storm Stadium and looked up to see Robert and Hagen already waiting for him.
Robert quickly stepped forward and grabbed Su Luo’s arm tightly, his eyes full of admiration.
“That was incredible! That goal was definitely the highlight of the season!”
Hearing Robert’s words, Su Luo couldn’t hide the pride swelling in his heart.
He knew he had performed well on the field, but receiving such sincere praise and encouragement from his teammates meant even more to him.
Hagen happily patted Su Luo on the shoulder.
“You really didn’t disappoint us! You’re our leader and our soul!”
Su Luo smiled at his two close friends.
“Thank you. Without your support and trust, I wouldn’t have been able to do all this.” He spoke with genuine gratitude.
“This victory is the result of all our efforts together.”
Robert nodded. “We’ve always supported and encouraged each other. That’s the only way we’ve been able to achieve our goals.”
Hagen agreed. “Exactly! We’re a united and strong team, and everyone has their own unique contribution.”
Su Luo could feel the deep friendship and unity among his teammates. Whether in training or in matches, they always brought out the best in one another.
He said proudly, “Our team is truly amazing. No matter what challenges we face, we always find a way to overcome them.”
“That’s right!” Robert clapped his hands excitedly. “We’re celebrating tonight!”
Hagen quickly followed with a grin. “Let’s celebrate achieving our first goal of the season!”
At Dortmund Stadium, the cheers after the match were still echoing.
The chairman sat in his VIP seat, watching Su Luo, Robert, and Hagen standing proudly at the center of the pitch.
The three of them slowly walked toward the chairman’s stand as the fans applauded and cheered for them.
Su Luo felt proud and fulfilled, though deep inside he also felt a quiet exhaustion.
At this moment, he needed more than just his teammates’ praise—he hoped the club would give him better conditions and stronger support.
Those were the things he needed to rise to the level of a true superstar.
The chairman stood up and extended his hand toward the three young men.
“Your performance today was truly outstanding!” he said enthusiastically.
Su Luo took the chairman’s hand with a smile.
“Thank you for your recognition, sir.”
Robert and Hagen also shook the chairman’s hand firmly.
“We’ve been working hard to make Dortmund stronger,” Robert said.
“We don’t want to stop at just this season,” he added.
“That’s right!” Hagen continued, eyes bright with excitement. “We’re thrilled about what’s to come.”
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Three days later – East Coast Studio
Looking at the three-story studio that now belonged to him, Linen nodded in satisfaction.
The first floor looked more like a storefront, with all kinds of items neatly arranged on the shelves.
Each product was engraved with a mysterious symbol — clearly the work of a true “master.”
The second floor served as a warehouse, filled with thousands of spare goods ready to restock the shop whenever the shelves ran out.
The third floor functioned as a multipurpose space — a reception room, a lounge, and Linen’s personal office.
“How is it? I told you I have good taste, right?”
Barbara smiled proudly. “Originally, I wanted to open the studio in Manhattan, but the rent there is ridiculous — so we settled in Queens instead. But this location has the highest foot traffic in the area. There’s a police patrol booth just twenty meters away, plus Queens’ largest shopping mall nearby.”
“In addition, there are subway stations, convenience stores, and parks all around. Once our studio’s reputation spreads, money will flow to us like water!”
Listening to Barbara’s confident tone, Linen smiled.
“Senior, I’ve always trusted your business sense. I’ll leave all this in your hands.”
Then he looked around the shop.
“By the way, where’s Senior Jessica? Haven’t you two been together almost every day lately?”
As he spoke, Jessica came hurrying through the door.
“Linen, Barbara — I’ve got good news!”
Setting down a pizza and two hamburgers on the table, she said excitedly,
“That brat Kelly actually played that spirit-summoning ritual — and she really got haunted!”
“For the past two days, her father, Kenny, has been running all over the city looking for a priest to exorcise the evil spirit that’s attached to her.”
At that, Jessica turned to Linen, concern flashing in her eyes.
“Linen, those priests can’t really drive out spirits, can they? If they succeed, everything we’ve done will be wasted!”
Linen thought for a moment, recalling the priests he had seen in New York’s churches, then shook his head.
“There are a few who have real skill, but their exorcism methods are limited. Unless they somehow call in the red-robed clergy from the Vatican and bring holy relics, they won’t stand a chance. And with their complicated bureaucracy, that would take at least three months.”
“That’s a relief.”
Jessica exhaled, visibly relaxing.
“Oh — and Fox TV, where my brother works, is on board. Thanks to Stark Industries’ sponsorship, they’re planning a special series about supernatural events — ghosts, curses, the works. It’ll be the perfect cover for us.”
After a brief pause, Jessica frowned slightly.
“Linen… are you sure that Kelly girl isn’t in real danger? I mean, yeah, she’s an annoying green tea princess, but she doesn’t deserve to die.”
Hearing her concern, Linen couldn’t help but smile.
Good. This was the Jessica he knew — not some heartless schemer, but someone who still had a conscience.
“Don’t worry. I’m the one who taught you that ritual — I know exactly what kind of spirit it summons. She’ll only experience some pain and fear. Nothing lethal.”
“That’s good…”
Jessica relaxed, then suddenly turned to the storefront.
With a mischievous grin, she pressed the button for the metal shutter door. The door slowly came down, sealing them inside the shop.
“Junior,” she teased, “I heard you only get a real appetite after some exercise. Are you sure that, with two beautiful women like us here, you only have eyes for hamburgers and pizza?”
Before Linen could respond, Barbara smirked, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Damn it, you little brat!” Jessica snapped playfully. “I came up with the idea first, and you actually stole it from me!”
Barbara turned her head and flipped her middle finger at Jessica without a word — whoever acted first got the prize.
Humble?
Heh… that’s not in our vocabulary.
Meanwhile – Sokovia
“Damn it! These animals deserve to die!”
After raiding and defeating a local criminal organization, Frank Castle (The Punisher) stared coldly at the evidence in front of him. His expression was dark and murderous.
“I regret ever handing those bastards over to the local police,” he growled. “They should’ve gone straight to hell!”
Standing beside him, Clint Barton (Hawkeye) flipped through the same file and silently nodded.
He had seen plenty of horrors in his years with S.H.I.E.L.D., but ever since becoming a husband and father, his heart had softened.
Now, looking at the crimes in that report, he couldn’t help but think — if something like this happened to my family…
“These monsters don’t deserve mercy,” he muttered.
Setting down the file, Clint picked up his bow and said grimly, “I’m working overtime tonight.”
“Count me in,” Frank replied, loading his pistols. “For the first time, I feel like there’s someone in S.H.I.E.L.D. other than that nice guy Coulson who’s actually worth my respect.”
Watching the two of them prepare for action, Natasha Romanoff shrugged.
“Fine, but be careful. Cut the surveillance feeds before you move. This is Eastern Europe — once things go south, S.H.I.E.L.D. won’t be able to cover for you like in New York.”
“You’re not coming?” Hawkeye asked.
“I need to send this data back to New York first,” Natasha replied, slipping a USB drive into her pocket. “Tony and the Judge need to prepare. Captain Rogers has been all over the media for the past three days — now that the U.S. attention is at its peak, it’s our turn to act.”
“Got it.”
Clint nodded, then turned to Frank with a half-smile.
“You take the small fry. I’ll handle the big names — I want them to know what it feels like to be electrocuted by my arrows.”
Frank chambered a round and said flatly,
“We’ll see whose weapon’s faster — your bow, or my bullets.”
The two men exchanged a brief nod — and disappeared into the dark.
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Inside Linen’s apartment.
“Huh? Did they already find the little Easter egg?”
Looking at the system prompt, Natasha had discovered the scene where her present self and her future self appeared — a special detail that Linen had intentionally hidden in the video.
Linen nodded in satisfaction.
Yes, he had used this trick to let them realize that Steve, who said ‘Long live Hydra’, was actually a version of Captain America who had traveled back from the future.
However, Natasha — worthy of being a top-level agent — had managed to notice that clue even in such a shocking moment.
Not bad at all!
[Prompt: The trust level of the spoiler video among the Avengers exceeds 90%.]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a new skill: Thermal Vision (Primary)!]
[Host: Linen]
[Age: 19]
[Identity: Judge, Sophomore at the State University of New York]
[Abilities: Magic Shield (Primary), Teleportation Magic (Intermediate), Exorcism Magic (Advanced), Self-Healing (Intermediate; Regeneration of Limbs), Peak Physical Fitness (Twice that of a Normal Human), Demon Eye (Primary), Summon the Dead (Intermediate), Chains of the Dead (Intermediate), Magic Slash (Intermediate), Hotline (Primary)]
[Current Side Mission: Blood Parrot Gang (Completion: 60%)]
[Creation Points: 10 | Videos Available: 1]
Looking at his character panel, Linen turned his attention to the side mission.
The Blood Parrot Gang had already been wiped out by Frank and himself, including Collins Miles, the man behind the entire operation.
However, the people who had traded with the gang or profited from them were still at large.
That’s why the mission completion rate was still only at 60%.
“By the way, System,” Linen asked, “once the mission is completed, will the new ability — Thermal Vision — also be included in the overall upgrade reward?”
The system replied mechanically:
“After the side mission is completed, all skill levels will be upgraded, including those obtained as video rewards.”
Satisfied with the answer, Linen closed the system interface.
Opening his laptop, he saw that news of Steve Rogers being alive had become a nationwide sensation.
Even though certain individuals connected to the Blood Parrot Gang were trying to control the narrative, the headlines were everywhere.
Linen smirked. He couldn’t wait to see how Steve would respond once he faced the media with all the evidence in hand.
He wondered what kind of expressions those guilty parties would wear when their own schemes came back to bite them.
Late at night — Upper East Side, New York.
At a senator’s home.
Lying in bed, Kelly hid under the blanket, trembling. It felt as though only the thick quilt could give her any sense of security now.
If she could redo tonight, Kelly swore she would never have joined that so-called “spirit-summoning game” just for thrills.
She never imagined that the Ouija board would actually summon something real.
“It’s all Jessica’s fault,” she muttered. “If it weren’t for her, I would’ve never tried this stupid game.”
And she definitely shouldn’t have asked the spirit how it died.
As Kelly shivered with regret, she suddenly heard the faint click of the air conditioner shutting off by itself.
Her heart nearly stopped. The room grew silent — too silent. Then she felt it. The temperature dropped sharply, as though she had been transported straight into the Arctic.
“Huu…”
Her breath came out in visible white mist.
Unable to bear the cold any longer, Kelly jumped out of bed, preparing to run for the door.
But before she could take a step — a woman’s face appeared right in front of her.
Bloodshot eyes. Deathly pale skin.
“Ahhhh!”
Kelly screamed as the ghostly figure hovered inches from her face.
Before she could flee, an invisible force slammed her off the bed.
She tried crawling toward the door, but her hair was suddenly yanked backward by that unseen power.
She hit the floor hard and screamed again.
The noise jolted her parents awake in the master bedroom.
“Kelly!”
Hearing their daughter’s screams, Kenny and Laura raced upstairs in their pajamas.
Kenny grabbed the doorknob — but it wouldn’t budge.
“Kelly! Open the door!”
Her terrified cries only grew louder from the other side.
In a panic, Kenny took a few steps back and rammed the door with his shoulder.
Bang!
The wooden door burst open. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he rushed in and found his daughter lying on the floor, trembling and crying.
Kenny scooped Kelly into his arms while Laura gasped — the air in the bedroom was freezing cold.
Without hesitation, they carried her to the living room.
Laura quickly made a cup of hot cocoa as Kelly sat shivering in her father’s embrace.
After a few minutes, when Kelly finally calmed down, her parents began asking what had happened.
Between sobs, Kelly told them everything — about the séance game, the Ouija board, and the ghost she had seen.
Kenny and Laura exchanged a grim look.
“Now’s not the time to blame her,” Laura said firmly, seeing her husband’s expression.
Then she turned to her daughter. “Kelly, you said you saw a woman’s ghost? Are you absolutely sure you weren’t imagining it?”
“Absolutely sure, Mom,” Kelly cried. “Her face was right in front of mine!”
Seeing the terror in her daughter’s eyes, Laura frowned. “Who were the girls you played that game with? Tell me — I need to know if anything strange has happened to them too.”
“T-There was Debbie, Sophia, Blanche…”
Kelly listed them all, still trembling.
Laura nodded, then told Kenny to stay with their daughter while she went to make a few phone calls.
A few minutes later, she returned.
“How are they?” Kenny asked quickly.
“They didn’t experience anything unusual,” Laura replied, shaking her head.
Then, staring into Kelly’s eyes, she asked in a low voice,
“Think carefully, Kelly — during that séance… did you say anything you shouldn’t have?”
Kelly hesitated for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nodded.
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[You showed interest in Ninjutsu, started learning it, and soon achieved some results. You mastered the Three Body Technique and several basic-level jutsu.]
[Your talent for Ninjutsu was discovered by your father, who found many Ninjutsu scrolls for you.]
"Huh?"
"This is pretty good~"
"It seems the Hatake family is no longer the pure samurai clan it was during the Warring States Period, but has already begun to transition into a ninja clan."
[Senju Tobirama decided to conduct real combat training to improve the practical abilities of the young ninja trainees.]
[You performed exceptionally well during the training. You excelled in both ninjutsu and taijutsu and were even able to resist the genjutsu of the Uchiha clan.]
"It's outrageous... As expected of the legendary era of Konoha’s Twin Super Shadows—a six-year-old kid participating in real combat and facing off against a Sharingan user."
Such things were practically unheard of in today’s Konoha.
A six-year-old these days would still be playing in the mud.
[Time passed quickly. You were about to graduate from the Ninja Academy when you received a confession from Utatane Koharu. Your choice is…]
"What the hell? What’s going on? That old—uh..."
"She actually confessed to my character?"
Naruto blinked in disbelief, feeling a mix of shock and confusion.
But... should he accept or reject?
What if the character he was playing was like him—addicted to women?
Now, Naruto already understood what the ‘Hero’s Tomb’ meant.
As someone who carried both Uzumaki and Senju bloodlines,
and whose body had been strengthened countless times by the system,
Naruto felt a strange weakness in his legs just thinking about it.
Forget it, just reject her.
It’s not my real life anyway, so whatever.
The most important thing now is to be a good tool and keep learning.
"Reject."
[You rejected Utatane Koharu’s confession, which made her furious. She suddenly attacked you. You were caught off guard, not expecting a companion to turn on you, and she pinned you against a wall and kissed you wildly for two hours.]
Naruto: "?"
Naruto: "6"
[You found an opportunity and beat up Utatane Koharu.]
Naruto: "???"
Naruto: "666"
If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have chosen this little guy just because of his good looks.
Now look—trouble.
But at least it seems to have calmed down.
[In order to strengthen the unity among major clans, Senju Tobirama decided to take on apprentices. Because of your exceptional talent, he chose you as his student. Your decision is…]
"Senju Tobirama?"
"Wait, that’s not right. I wanted to be a disciple of the Big Pillar!"
The Big Pillar was, of course, Senju Hashirama.
And Sasuke was the Second Pillar.
Although the two weren’t related by blood and had never even met, their nicknames were oddly similar...
"So what should I do?"
"Let’s just ask Tobirama if I can become Hashirama’s disciple instead—to learn Sage Jutsu."
[You said that you admired Senju Hashirama and wanted to become his disciple, but Senju Tobirama said Hashirama was unreliable and couldn’t teach properly. Your answer is…]
"Tsk~ The Big Pillar is unreliable... but I’ll still stick to my choice!"
[You insisted on your decision. Not wanting you to lose a chance to grow stronger, Senju Tobirama introduced you to Senju Hashirama.]
[Senju Hashirama said he only knew Wood Release and didn’t have much experience as a teacher. He asked why you wanted him to be your master.]
"Here’s the key part!"
"But this Big Pillar guy has a point."
"Hashirama is the kind who uses sheer chakra and destructive ninjutsu to overwhelm his enemies. Strategy becomes meaningless against him."
"So just tell him straight—you want to learn Sage Jutsu!"
[You said you wanted to learn Sage Jutsu, so Senju Hashirama took you to the Shikkotsu Forest and recommended you to Katsuyu, the Great Slug Sage.]
"Nice~"
"Mission complete. Whether this character manages to learn it now depends on luck."
[You began studying Sage Jutsu, but faced great difficulty. Still, you never gave up and stayed in the Shikkotsu Forest.]
[Three years later, you returned, now capable of using Sage Jutsu.]
"Perfect, goal achieved! Now you can use senjutsu."
"But don’t end the simulation yet. The stronger the character gets, the more physical enhancement I’ll receive."
[You were later challenged by Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzō, and Utatane Koharu, but you defeated them all using Sage Jutsu.]
[You met Tsunade as a child. She was a chubby, adorable little rich girl who loved money. You made her cry, and Uzumaki Mito scolded you for it.]
Naruto: "So Tsunade already existed at that time~"
"I really wanna see what she looked like when she was a kid."
[Uchiha Madara left the village. Senju Hashirama pursued him, leading to the Battle at the Valley of the End. Madara faked his death, while Hashirama returned severely injured and passed away a few days later.]
[With both Hashirama and Madara gone, the ninja world fell into chaos. Senju Tobirama succeeded him as Hokage.]
[You went to the battlefield and fought against ninjas from other nations, quickly earning great merit.]
[To restore peace, Senju Tobirama held a Five Kage Summit to discuss the division of territory and resources.]
[The talks failed to produce results.]
[Senju Tobirama eventually compromised and formed an alliance with the Second Raikage. You were brought along to the ceremony with Sarutobi Hiruzen, Mitokado Homura, Utatane Koharu, Shimura Danzō, Akimichi Torifu, and Uchiha Kagami.]
[During the alliance ceremony, the Gold and Silver Brothers launched a coup, using the Six Paths Tools and the Nine Tails’ chakra to attack both the Second Raikage and Tobirama, gravely injuring them.]
[Tobirama retreated with his men but was pursued by the Gold and Silver forces.]
[At the critical moment, Tobirama analyzed the situation and declared that someone needed to stay behind to delay the enemy so the others could escape. You were one of those present. Your choice is…]
"Stay behind?"
"This must be Tobirama’s test. If this character is to become strong in the future, he must have real conviction."
"Alright then, I’ll choose to stay. That fits his personality."
[You volunteered to stay behind. Your decision stunned Danzō, surprised Sarutobi, and moved Utatane Koharu, who offered to stay with you.]
Naruto: "What the—? This girl really does like this kid!"
[Tobirama didn’t allow you or Koharu to stay. He realized Koharu’s reason wasn’t duty but affection for you. Impressed by your resolve, Tobirama named you the Third Hokage on the spot.]
Seeing this, Naruto recalled everything the original Third Hokage—Sarutobi Hiruzen—had done in the main timeline.
He decided to rely on his character’s abilities and take a completely different path, to see how far Konoha could go under a new kind of Hokage.
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Perhaps because of her childhood experiences, Karin was extremely sensitive, even in her sleep.
She heard a faint noise and woke from her slumber.
“Mm…”
Karin rubbed her eyes and asked softly, “Naruto-kun, what’s going on?”
“How about we run away?”
Naruto smiled gently, raising his hand to pat her head. “Go back to sleep. Everything’s fine.”
After Karin fell asleep again, Naruto took out a few incense sticks from the system space, lit them, and carefully inserted them into the cracks of the floor.
Watching the thin white smoke curl upward, Naruto exhaled in relief and muttered,
“Good. Now that the incense is burning, hurry up and give me the attributes I want.”
“System, start simulation.”
[Ding~ Host consumes one simulation opportunity. Character creation begins.]
[Character surnames extracted: Aoi, Hatao, Mikami…]
Naruto froze for a moment.
Was the system punishing him for doing something bad earlier?
Why did it draw such… obscure surnames?
Fortunately, the last few were at least somewhat acceptable.
“System, lock in the surname Hatake.”
He chose that one since it was the best among the lesser options.
After all, the Hatake name had prestige. Before Hatake Sakumo’s death, the clan was one of Konoha’s most respected families.
That would make it easier for Naruto to guide the simulated character into learning jutsu.
Of course, it would’ve been much simpler if he’d drawn Uzumaki or Senju instead.
Unfortunately, this time, he didn’t.
Naruto went on to select the remaining attributes as carefully as possible.
[Final Character Attributes]
Surname: Hatake
Talent: Hyuga Neji
Health: Uchiha Obito
IQ: Jiraiya
Personality: Senju Hashirama
Interpersonal Relationships: Hatake Sakumo (Before mission failure)
Appearance: Yagura Karatachi
Hobbies: Orochimaru
Specialty: Rock Lee
[System Evaluation:]
You are a member of the Hatake clan.
You possess good talent.
Your IQ fluctuates wildly.
You are kind, loving, and thoughtful.
You are respected.
You’re a bit of an innocent boy.
You enjoy studying ninjutsu.
You excel through hard work.
“This panel isn’t bad at all,” Naruto said with a grin.
He had motivation, talent, and a love for hard work — the perfect combination.
Now, all he needed was to choose the right birth period and location.
If guided properly, this version could probably master Sage Mode.
The only concern was Neji’s talent — would it be enough?
Currently, there were three known types of Sage Mode.
Naruto began to think carefully.
Which one should he choose?
Ryūchi Cave’s Sage Mode gave the user a more serpentine appearance the stronger they became.
That transformation was… unsettling.
Even in Boruto, Kabuto, now running an orphanage, still looked like a snake.
Naruto shook his head. “No way. I want to look cool, not terrifying.”
Besides, Ryūchi Cave’s Sage Mode had a major drawback — it was terrain-dependent.
In the later stages of Shippuden and Boruto, most battles took place midair.
That kind of Sage Mode would be nearly useless there.
Next was Mount Myōboku’s Sage Mode.
When activated, the physical transformation was minimal — it looked cooler and had less of a constant effect.
Plus, it allowed one to convert natural energy into powerful chakra, enhancing ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu alike.
It was a balanced Sage Mode with few side effects.
The downside? It was incredibly hard to learn.
Even Jiraiya, despite his talent, couldn’t maintain it perfectly without the help of the two Great Toad Sages.
And the simulated character’s talent came from Neji…
To be honest, Naruto had his doubts.
If it were himself, he’d have no problem — he was the protagonist, after all!
As for Minato, who also mastered Mount Myōboku’s Sage Mode — his talent was beyond comparison.
Neji’s was good, yes, but Minato’s was on another level entirely.
Lastly, there was the Shikkotsu Forest Sage Mode.
As far as Naruto remembered, only Senju Hashirama had ever mastered it.
Tsunade hadn’t learned it directly — her Byakugō technique was inspired by its principles.
The Shikkotsu Forest Sage Mode enhanced chakra recovery and healing speed while amplifying ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu power.
It was arguably the most balanced Sage Mode of all.
And combining it with the Byakugō Seal would make it even more powerful.
The only issue was that the manga offered little detail on how to learn it.
Still, it was strong — undeniably strong.
After thinking for a while, Naruto made his decision.
He would skip Ryūchi Cave entirely.
His first choice was the Shikkotsu Forest, and if that failed, he’d try Mount Myōboku.
To learn Sage Mode from the Shikkotsu Forest, he’d need the right opportunity — ideally when Senju Hashirama and Tsunade were both around.
So Naruto set the timeline to just before the First Great Ninja War.
That era was perfect — Senju Tobirama was still alive and teaching students like Sarutobi Hiruzen, Danzō Shimura, and Koharu Utatane.
Hashirama was still in the village, Madara hadn’t defected yet, and the Ninja Academy had just opened.
Naturally, the simulation location would be Konoha Village.
[Start Simulation!]
[You are born into the Hatake clan and begin learning kenjutsu from an early age.]
“Oh no…” Naruto muttered.
“How could I forget! The Hatake clan are all sword users!”
“If that’s the case, it might be tough to catch Hashirama’s attention, let alone become his disciple.”
“Forget it, let’s see how it goes. My simulated character’s passion is ninjutsu anyway.”
[At age 3, you begin sword training under your father’s guidance.]
[At age 4, your exceptional talent earns you recognition within the clan.]
[At age 6, you enroll in the Ninja Academy and meet Sarutobi Hiruzen, Mitokado Homura, Utatane Koharu, Shimura Danzō, Akimichi Torifu, Uchiha Kagami, and Kosuke Maruboshi.]
[During combat training, you encounter ninjutsu for the first time and develop an uncontrollable fascination with it. However, due to family tradition, you feel conflicted. Your choice is…]
“When the opportunity comes, start learning ninjutsu right away!” Naruto declared.
“Then become strong enough to catch Hashirama’s attention and become his student!”
“When I master Sage Mode, this simulation’s goal will finally be complete!”
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Asgard, inside the Bifrost Gate—
A massive troop transport hovered in mid-air, slowly sailing out from the golden gate. Onboard, Asgardian warriors—once proud defenders of the Nine Realms—were now bound in chains, their faces filled with defeat.
“Loki, God of Mischief! Is this what you wanted? To hand over Asgard’s throne to an outsider?”
Inside the transport cabin, Lady Sif glared furiously at Loki, who stood watching her with an expressionless face. Her voice dripped with anger and contempt.
“The greatness of Lord Allens is beyond your comprehension,” Loki replied coldly.
Though merely a magical duplicate created by Allens, this version of Loki still possessed independent thought—and thus, he ignored Sif’s scorn entirely.
“Bah! Asgard will never bow to someone like you, let alone a Midgardian!” Sif spat at him, her tone full of the pride and defiance of a true Asgardian warrior.
Whoosh.
Her defiance drew the attention of a nearby Sentry guard. The mechanical figure turned toward her, a single glowing eye locking on target. If she moved even slightly—she would be killed instantly.
Meanwhile, deep within Asgard, the Three Warriors had begun to rally the remaining defenders. They had learned of Sif’s capture long before and knew Loki had allied himself with Midgard’s mysterious new power—Allens—to seize Odin’s throne.
Behind them, Thor stirred inside the healing chamber.
Thanks to Asgard’s advanced science, a regenerative life-liquid was developed—capable of restoring even the gravest injuries. As the fluid drained, Thor awoke, his body completely healed.
If not for the lingering absence of his divine power, he might have thought everything before had been a nightmare.
“Ugh… Heimdall, what happened?”
Stepping out of the chamber, Thor saw Heimdall seated quietly nearby, his expression solemn.
“Thor, Asgard is in trouble,” Heimdall said, and quickly explained everything—the All-Father’s deep slumber, Loki’s betrayal, and Allens’ growing control over Asgard.
Thor’s expression darkened. Even worse, his divine power remained sealed. It seemed Odin had completely stripped him of his might.
“Thor, only you can lead Asgard’s counterattack now,” Heimdall said firmly.
He placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder, raised his right arm, and called out—
“In the name of Odin, King of Asgard, I lift the seal upon Thor Odinson and restore his divine power!”
The Eternal Spear—Gungnir—flew into Heimdall’s grasp. Divine energy erupted in waves, forming a pillar of light that enveloped Thor entirely.
At that same moment, high above the city, the Three Warriors intercepted the enemy troop ship.
Volstagg, the mighty and broad warrior, gripped his massive battle axe tightly. His red beard bristled like a raging lion’s mane, and his eyes burned with determination. Beneath him stood a giant white-haired war elephant.
“Hogun! Fandral! Brothers! It’s time we defended Asgard with our own strength!”
Volstagg raised his axe high.
“Elephant God—charge!”
The beast trumpeted, pounding its hooves into the ground. The sheer force warped the air itself as it thundered forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dozens of Sentries swooped down to intercept, but the elephant’s trunk swung out, smashing them aside like toys. Volstagg’s axe came down in a blinding arc—five Sentries were split in half instantly.
“Hahaha! Glorious! Though I wish I had a mug of ale to go with this!” he roared, cleaving through wave after wave of Sentries.
But then—
“Vibration Super Module—activate. Target locked: Volstagg.”
A Sentry, far more powerful than the rest, stepped forward. Energy gathered around its body as it charged up a devastating punch.
BOOM!
The shockwave collided with Volstagg’s axe—shattering the weapon and sending the warrior flying. He crashed through an Asgardian tower with a thunderous impact.
“Volstagg!”
Hogun and Fandral froze in disbelief. Their brother-in-arms, famed for his immense strength, was felled in a single blow. The two exchanged a grim look and rushed forward.
“Too slow,” came a cold voice.
Allens, watching from above in his gleaming red-and-gold armor, frowned slightly. “I don’t have time for this.”
He raised his hand.
“Time—stop.”
The world froze. Wind, sound, and motion all ceased. In the stillness, Allens lifted both palms, and twin repulsor blasts ignited.
BOOM! BOOM!
When time resumed, the energy beams struck Hogun and Fandral squarely. The two warriors were thrown across the battlefield, crashing beside Volstagg—unable to rise.
“Sentries—secure the area,” Allens ordered coldly.
“Yes, Master.”
The Sentries responded in unison, their eyes flashing. Terrifying power radiated from their bodies as they subdued every remaining Asgardian warrior. Within minutes, the once-proud soldiers of Asgard were completely overpowered.
Allens, floating above them, paid no attention to the fallen. His gaze turned westward—toward a familiar yet stronger divine presence.
“Ah… finally,” he murmured, a faint smile curling on his lips. “The aura of Thor—but stronger. The Avengers from the future.”
His smile deepened. “So… the Thor of 2023 has arrived.”
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“Hey, Rocket, where am I right now? Why does everything look… weird?”
In Jotunheim, Thor woke up from his hangover, stood up unsteadily, and looked down at Rocket Raccoon. Still groggy, he rubbed his head in confusion—then froze.
“F***k, what the hell happened to me?”
Thor’s hand froze midair. The sensation told him instantly—this wasn’t his head.
“Hey, easy there, big guy. Don’t freak out. Honestly, you look way better than your chubby beer-belly version,” Rocket said, grinning as he patted Thor’s trousers. He laughed so hard he nearly fell over. “I gotta say, this new look—kinda suits you.”
“Damn you, Rocket! Why do I look like this!?”
Thor’s face turned grim. He kicked Rocket away, crouched down, and drew a circle on the icy ground with his finger. The frost instantly formed a reflective surface.
He looked into it—and froze again.
Gone was his beer belly. His body now stood a towering 2.5 meters tall, muscles solid and powerful. His chest was broad, his abs sharp, his form radiating pure strength and energy.
But what horrified him was not his body—it was his head.
He had the head of a horse.
A long, narrow muzzle. Sharp teeth. A mane brushing his shoulders.
“Shit… damn cosmic space anomalies!”
Thor punched the ice in frustration, and the shockwave left deep craters across the frozen ground. Even without counting the transformation, his physical strength had doubled.
“Cool! You should totally go by ‘Horse-Face Thor’ now. It’s badass!”
Rocket climbed out of the snow pit, jumped onto Thor’s shoulder, and gave him a playful pat. He wanted to pat Thor’s head, but even standing on a mound, he couldn’t reach.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before Thor could reply, a patrol of five towering Frost Giants had already spotted them and charged.
“Jotunheim, huh? Perfect. We can take a shortcut to Asgard,” Thor muttered.
With a thought, his body was suddenly clad in golden divine armor, his horse-faced head now covered with a perfectly fitted helmet. Lightning crackled around the Stormbreaker in his hand.
BOOM!
He hurled the axe. The Stormbreaker spun through the air, erupting with thunder, and the five Frost Giants were instantly blasted away.
“Hmm, my strength’s definitely improved. Not the worst outcome,” he said, catching the axe as it flew back to his hand. His hangover gone, Thor stretched his neck, now unfazed by his monstrous reflection.
“Hey, Horse-Face Thor, where we headed?” Rocket asked, stowing away a pile of heavy weapons. In a flash, he scurried up Thor’s armor and perched on his shoulder, patting the horse head with satisfaction.
“My brother Loki once found a dimensional rift here. We’ll use it to travel,” Thor said. Lightning flared around his body as he took flight toward a distant mountain. Oddly enough, controlling the Stormbreaker now felt even more natural.
While soaring forward, Thor’s sharp eyes caught sight of several icy crystal-like ships ahead.
“King Laufey? What’s that old frost giant up to now?”
Thor frowned, gripping the Stormbreaker tightly. In an instant, he transformed into lightning and crashed onto one of the ships. The axe came down in a blinding arc—BOOM!—and the ship shattered, killing dozens of frost mages.
“Joanna, my daughter, what’s going on?” King Laufey demanded from the lead frost ship, frowning.
“My father, it’s the aura of Thor,” Joanna said, conjuring an ice-crystal scepter in her hand. Her frosty perception allowed her to sense Thor and Rocket’s energy immediately.
“That troublesome fool… Wait, didn’t Odin strip him of his power?” Laufey muttered, puzzled.
He had been keeping close tabs on the All-Father’s decrees. The magic that stripped Thor of his power couldn’t possibly go unnoticed. So why now...?
“No… It’s Thor’s energy, yes—but his head… is that a horse?” Joanna said incredulously.
“Horse-Face Thor? Hah! Come, Joanna. Let’s go meet this… Horse-Face Thor,” Laufey said with an amused grin. He stood from his icy throne as the frost ship’s hatch opened, forming a crystal platform beneath him and his daughter. They descended toward Thor’s position.
“Oh, my dear daughter, there’s no mistaking it. That’s Thor! Hahaha!” Laufey laughed heartily. He remembered well the brash Asgardian prince who once invaded Jotunheim—and barely escaped with his life.
Thor looked up at the frost king. The thunder around him dimmed, replaced by a calm smile. He struck his chest with a fist in Asgardian salute.
“Honored King of Jotunheim, ruler of ice and snow—Thor of the Horse-Face greets you,” he said formally.
“Thor… Thor?” Laufey stared in disbelief. The last time they met, Thor was arrogant and battle-hungry, declaring war on Jotunheim. But now—this polite tone was shocking.
“No. I am Horse-Face Thor now. As you can see, for certain reasons, I’ve… changed. But let’s skip the details. Asgard is facing an unprecedented crisis. As the future heir to Odin, I need an army,” Thor said calmly.
Rocket blinked. “Thor, are you serious? Asgard and Jotunheim have been enemies forever!”
“I know,” Thor said with a faint smile. “But if there’s one thing I learned on Earth—it’s that there are no eternal enemies. Only eternal interests.”
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2025-11-07 11:32:16 +0000 UTC
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Under the dark night sky, two figures intertwined on the pitch.
Su Luo stared at the football like a hawk, his eyes sharp and focused. At the critical moment, he gently tapped the ball with his toe, pushing it to one side.
Robert reacted instantly, adjusting his position and cushioning the ball perfectly with his thigh.
The entire stadium erupted in gasps and cheers.
It was a brilliant display of coordination and lightning-fast reaction.
Su Luo led his teammates in what could be their final chance of the match.
With Robert in control, he cut toward the goal, his movements smooth yet fierce.
At that moment, the defenders behind him had no time to react.
Only Su Luo, closely following Robert, could feel the thrill — the pulse of life and death — surging through him.
He sprinted forward, his stride powerful, overtaking Van Olf, who desperately tried to close him down.
Confidence and determination burned in Su Luo’s eyes. He took a deep breath and unleashed a full-force shot toward the goal.
Thunderous applause broke out as the crowd was swept up by Su Luo’s courage and determination.
Instantly, the entire stadium came alive with deafening noise.
As the sound of Su Luo’s strike echoed, every spectator watched in breathless anticipation.
Their hearts pounded with tension — they knew this moment would decide everything.
In the stands, fans clenched their fists, sweat glistening on their foreheads.
The Bayern City goalkeeper felt the danger closing in. Without hesitation, he leapt toward the oncoming shot, stretching out both arms with all his strength in a desperate attempt to block it.
But in that instant, time seemed to freeze.
Everyone watched as the football sliced through the air — a streak of light and shadow flashing past.
The fans’ eyes were filled with both awe and hope.
Su Luo and Robert held their breath, watching as the ball soared into the net.
For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stand still.
Then — the football brushed against the net.
Thunderous cheers and applause exploded throughout the stadium.
The crowd went wild, the entire arena trembling with the sound of celebration.
Su Luo’s eyes sparkled with the joy of victory. He raised his arms high, sprinting like a soaring falcon.
Robert clenched his fists and joined him, the two sharing a quick, triumphant high-five.
In the stands, fans embraced one another, smiles of pure joy lighting up their faces.
This was the moment they had waited for — a beautiful bloom of triumph and emotion.
It was a scene that touched every soul present, a victory carved into the hearts of all who witnessed it.
The air at the Golden Storm Stadium was filled with pride and glory, shining brilliantly under the moonlight.
Both Su Luo and the fans were completely immersed in the euphoria of victory.
The atmosphere grew even more electric — cheers echoed endlessly, as if the entire city had joined in celebration.
Su Luo ran toward the corner flag like a wild beast set free, his face glowing with pride and happiness.
He waved to the fans again and again, soaking in their love and admiration.
Cheers surrounded him — every glance, every smile from the stands was full of praise and respect.
Moments later, Karl-Heinz and Robert rushed over, high-fiving and embracing Su Luo in pure jubilation.
Captain Hagen approached with the championship trophy, his eyes gleaming with admiration as he handed it to Su Luo.
Standing before the net, the Bayern City goalkeeper could only watch the ball resting inside, his face frozen in disbelief.
At that moment, a sense of helplessness and defeat washed over him.
Despite Bayern City’s best efforts to contain Su Luo, his strength and brilliance had overwhelmed them completely.
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He took a deep breath, fixed his gaze on Bismarck, and prepared to face the next challenge. Su Luo sprinted forward with explosive speed, Robert close behind him.
The two of them showed extraordinary pace and determination, chasing every possible opportunity that appeared on the pitch.
Su Luo could feel the boundless power flowing through his body. With every run, he pushed the ball past the defenders, opening up new chances for Dortmund to score.
The crowd erupted in excitement, their eyes locked on the unfolding action.
They knew that, at this critical moment, Su Luo would be the one to make the difference.
Emily stood in the stands, gripping her scarf tightly.
She could see that both Su Luo and Robert were giving their all. Nervously biting her lip, she whispered a silent prayer for them.
The game entered its final ten minutes, and every player on the field could sense that victory was near.
Everyone — players and spectators alike — was completely captivated by the match.
At the edge of the penalty area, Su Luo stopped and lifted his head to look at the opponent’s goal.
He knew this was a decisive moment.
Robert jogged over and handed him a water bottle.
They exchanged a look of mutual understanding before Su Luo took a quick sip.
Robert patted his shoulder, silently urging him to keep going.
Taking a deep breath, Su Luo refocused his eyes on Bismarck.
As time ticked away, the pace of the game grew even more intense. Every pass now carried immense weight. Su Luo’s eyes were fixed on the penalty area — he could feel that the match was reaching its climax.
Karl-Heinz walked to the corner flag, ready to take the kick.
The stadium fell silent. Every fan’s gaze locked on the penalty box.
They all held their breath, knowing that the outcome of the match might be decided in this very attack.
Tom Stewart positioned himself inside the box, waiting for his moment.
When he saw Karl-Heinz’s foot swing toward the ball, he immediately adjusted his stance, preparing to leap for the header.
Su Luo and Robert both charged toward the ball at the same time.
In that instant — as they ran with everything they had — time seemed to freeze.
The defenders surged into the penalty area, trying to block the cross.
Tom jumped as high as he could, straining to reach the ball before anyone else.
But time felt painfully slow, and in that cruel heartbeat, he realized — no matter how hard he tried — he couldn’t reach it.
He watched helplessly as the ball soared just over his head.
A sharp ache cut through his chest — he knew he had missed a golden chance.
Then, as the ball continued to arc toward the center, the crowd roared back to life.
Su Luo and Robert chased after it again, their eyes locked on the spinning ball.
Karl-Heinz’s cross was perfect — the ball hung high in the air, descending toward the heart of the box.
Su Luo could feel his pulse pounding violently. He knew this was it — their final chance to change the outcome of the match.
As the ball dropped from the sky, Su Luo and Robert raced toward it like two bolts of lightning.
Their speed and determination were beyond limits — in that moment, nothing else existed but the pursuit of the goal.
The stadium held its breath once again, every fan frozen in suspense.
Everyone could feel it — the game had reached its absolute peak.
Su Luo and Robert poured everything they had into this moment.
Only one thought echoed in their minds — score this goal, and change everything.
They pushed their limits, sprinting with all their might toward the falling ball.
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Hearing the news from the theater, Natasha was about to leave—
but suddenly, something struck her.
She quickly reopened the theater system and played the two clips again.
In the footage, after Steve Rogers entered the elevator with his back to the camera, as the doors slowly closed, two blurry figures appeared in the distance behind him.
Natasha asked the system to magnify that section, and after getting a positive response, she carefully compared the two figures.
One was Linen, wearing a judge’s robe and mask.
The other was also dressed as a judge— but this time, Linen wasn’t wearing a mask.
“Two Linens?”
The discovery sent chills down her spine.
How was that possible?
How could there be two Linens in the same shot?
Zooming in further on the unmasked Linen, Natasha noticed he looked noticeably older— more mature than the Linen she knew.
“So… the unmasked Linen came from the future using a time machine? That would mean Steve—the one who said ‘Hail Hydra’ in the elevator—also came from the future?”
The thought only deepened her confusion.
What exactly happened in the future that led to the deaths of billions, forcing them all to use a time machine to go back to the past?
With questions swirling in her mind, Natasha left the theater and called Nick Fury.
At Tony Stark’s villa.
After leaving the theater, Steve Rogers let out a long breath, but the hollow ache in his heart didn’t fade.
Just as he reached for a glass of water, he noticed Tony Stark, sitting across from him, staring with a strange expression.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.
“‘Hail Hydra?’” Tony raised an eyebrow. “Damn, are you Hydra now?”
Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Come on, Tony. If I were Hydra, I wouldn’t have crushed the Red Skull’s plans seventy years ago— or flown that plane into the ice.”
“Tsk, who knows?” Tony muttered. “Maybe you did it on purpose. Maybe you’re a different kind of Hydra— one who didn’t agree with Red Skull’s ideology. Maybe you just wanted to replace him!”
Steve smiled helplessly. “I have to say, Tony, you’ve got quite the imagination. You sound just like your father.”
Hearing his father mentioned, Tony fell silent. He thought back to the video— to Howard saying he’d do anything for him.
Both men drifted into thought— one thinking of Peggy, the other of his father.
Neither had any interest in continuing the conversation until Nick Fury’s face suddenly appeared on the comm screen.
“You two didn’t start fighting because of Rogers’ ‘Hail Hydra’, did you?” Fury asked.
Steve smirked, and Tony shrugged. “Come on, Fury. We just found out there’s a deep-cover Hydra captain sitting right next to us. What are you waiting for? Send a team to capture him.”
“Don’t joke around, Tony,” Fury said sternly. “I just spoke with Natasha. She believes that both of you— the Steve Rogers and Tony Stark seen in those clips—traveled back from the future using a time machine.”
“This matches what we saw earlier— someone’s snap wiping out billions of people in the future.”
“Natasha speculates that maybe the two of you went back to the past to find a way to save them.”
“If that’s true,” Steve said, nodding, “it would make sense. In that future, I already knew Rumlow and Sitwell were Hydra. Saying ‘Hail Hydra’ to them would’ve been the easiest way to get the scepter.”
“But Tony,” Steve continued, “you went back even earlier to retrieve the Cosmic Cube. Could the Cube’s energy really bring back billions of people?”
“Not sure,” Fury replied. “S.H.I.E.L.D. has never fully deciphered the Cube’s properties. But the energy it contains is massive— enough to destroy the Earth if misused.”
He paused, his voice growing heavier.
“Also, from the clips we’ve seen, five years after the disappearance of billions, Natasha told Linen— crying— that it was his warning that made her destroy S.H.I.E.L.D., after realizing it was compromised.”
“Now, after seeing your conversation with Sitwell and Rumlow, I’m certain— Hydra has been embedded inside S.H.I.E.L.D. all along.”
Fury let out a dry laugh. “And to think— I was director for all those years, and never noticed those damn snakes hiding under my nose.”
“Wait,” Tony interrupted suddenly. “How exactly did Natasha figure out that the Steve in the video was also from the future? The footage didn’t make that clear. The only proof of time travel is from my clip with my father.”
“I didn’t catch it at first either,” Fury explained. “But Natasha noticed something— in one corner of the video, there were two Linens talking to each other. And one of them looked much older.”
Tony blinked. “Hiss… how did I miss that?”
He turned to Steve. “Did you notice it?”
“Nope,” Steve admitted. “I was too focused on hearing myself say ‘Hail Hydra’.”
Tony smirked. “Tsk… Still, I can’t help thinking you’re secretly Hydra’s captain.”
Steve just shook his head, smiling faintly.
Fury’s voice came through again. “By the way, Coulson just reported that a few guys in strange clothes found Thor today. Looks like they’re his friends.”
“Maybe they can help him reclaim the hammer that fell from the sky.”
“Asgardians?” Tony asked, suddenly intrigued. “Besides Thor, I’ve never met another one. Maybe I should take a trip to New Mexico— see if these Gods of Asgard are really as powerful as he claims.”
Steve shot him a look. “Tony, our current task is to deal with those politicians and criminals backing the Blood Parrot Gang. As for the Asgardians— we’ll have plenty of chances to meet them later.”
“Fine, fine,” Tony said with a sigh.
Thinking about their next move, his expression turned serious again.
After all— dealing with those damn beasts was what mattered most right now.
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It must be said that Nick Fury’s judgment was remarkably accurate.
Not only him— even Natasha was taken aback at first, then gradually realized something was off.
“It seems Steve isn’t as old-fashioned as we thought,” she muttered, watching the mocking smile curl on Steve’s lips in the video.
Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle.
The video continued to play.
The scene shifted to a military base.
Tony Stark, wearing a suit, used his nano armor gauntlet to cut open a safe and carefully placed the Cosmic Cube into a suitcase.
The next second, a voice called out from nearby.
“Arnim? Arnim, are you here?”
Hearing the voice, Tony immediately closed the suitcase— but when he turned around and saw who it was, he froze.
It was his father — Howard Stark.
The moment Tony saw Howard, both the Tony in the video and the one watching in the theater went still.
“Oh my God… how is this possible?” Tony whispered.
For a moment, his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. But his eyes remained locked on the screen, afraid to miss even a second.
The video, after all, was from the future.
Could it be… that in the future, he really invented time travel — and returned to the past to meet his father?
“Hey, friend, the door’s this way,” Howard said, watching Tony awkwardly turn to leave.
On screen, Tony’s emotions were written all over his face — panic, excitement, anxiety — all tangled together.
Even as he stepped into the elevator with Howard, his father didn’t recognize him, but Tony remained visibly tense.
“My wife’s pregnant,” Howard said, handing Tony a bouquet of flowers. “But I’ve been working overtime lately. Can you help me bring these to her?”
Normally, Tony Stark wasn’t the kind of man who accepted things from others — except for Pepper.
But at that moment, he willingly took the flowers from his father’s hands.
“I have a daughter,” Tony said softly.
Howard smiled. “Daughters are wonderful. I hope my wife’s pregnant with one too. At least I won’t have to worry about the kid turning out exactly like me.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “And what’s wrong with being like you?”
Howard adjusted his tie, sighing. “Let’s just say… I tend to put my personal interests above the collective. Makes me a pain to deal with. But, they can’t really do without me either.”
Then he glanced at Tony. “Let me ask you something — were you nervous when your child was born?”
Tony nodded. “Super nervous.”
Howard chuckled. “Do you think you’re a good father?”
Tony hesitated. “I’ve thought about that a lot. I figured — if I just do the opposite of everything my father did, I’ll probably turn out okay.”
Howard paused for a few seconds before replying, “That’s… good. My father believed there wasn’t a single problem he couldn’t solve with a belt. But I’ll tell you this — my kid’s not even born yet, and I’d do anything for him.”
In the theater, watching that conversation unfold, Tony felt his chest tighten.
Even though he had long since made peace with his father in his heart, hearing those words again hit him differently.
When Howard was alive, he was distant, critical, and emotionally unavailable — always using Steve Rogers as an example to lecture him.
That was part of why Tony had always been so sharp-tongued with Steve after they met.
In his memory, his father had never truly praised him.
But now, watching that version of his father — saying he would do anything for his son — made Tony’s throat tighten.
When the Tony in the video awkwardly shook hands with and hugged his father, the real Tony sitting in the theater trembled slightly.
He pretended to stay calm, but his eyes were red, and his heart was full.
No one else in the room was as affected as Tony Stark.
Natasha, watching the video of Tony and Howard’s reunion, frowned thoughtfully.
Earlier, Linen had mentioned that he and Loki agreed to leave a gift for him at Pompeii.
At the time, she, Fury, and the others speculated that the Avengers might have mastered time travel in the future — that they could move through time itself.
At first, it sounded like pure science fiction.
But now… it seemed their theory was correct.
Otherwise, Steve and Tony wouldn’t have gone back to the past — or let Tony meet his father again.
Still, Natasha couldn’t help but wonder: Why did they need to go back? What happened in between?
As she pondered this, Steve Rogers sat in the theater, eyes fixed on the screen.
In the video, he was seen hiding in a room to avoid being discovered.
But through the blinds, he saw her — Peggy Carter.
“Peggy…” Steve whispered, sitting upright.
When he saw a photo of himself on Peggy’s desk, a lump formed in his throat.
Seventy years had passed… and he had missed their dance.
The video ended there.
But Steve didn’t move. He stayed seated for a long time, staring at the blank screen.
“System… can I watch it again?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
The spoiler system paused for a few seconds before replying, “Watched videos have been archived in the library. The host may replay them at any time.”
“The video has concluded. Please exit the viewing room within five minutes.”
Ignoring the mechanical tone, Steve hurriedly opened the system’s video library.
He skipped past the earlier clip — the one where he said “Hail Hydra” — and went straight to the ending.
As he watched himself gaze through the blinds at Peggy, his eyes softened.
For a brief moment… Steve Rogers looked completely lost in time.
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To obtain Nine-Tails Mode, one must completely tame the Nine-Tails’ chakra — fully mastering it and making it one’s own.
But Karin had just confronted her own heart.
And right now, she wasn’t living according to it.
There were only two ways to change this situation.
First: Follow her heart and go to the Land of Grass to take revenge.
Second: Completely let go of her hatred for the Land of Grass and change her heart.
Naruto’s choice, of course, was the first one.
It was simpler — and it meant Karin wouldn’t have to suffer through emotional turmoil.
Just as Naruto was about to leave with her, a voice suddenly called out from a distance.
“Hey! You two!”
“Who are you? When did you come here?”
Naruto turned and saw several ninja wearing the forehead protectors of Cloud Village.
This was Turtle Island, a territory controlled by the Hidden Cloud.
Naruto and Karin had arrived uninvited, and the noise they made must have alerted the guards.
Karin, still thinking about the Land of Grass and the Land of Snow, looked nervous when she saw the Cloud ninja. “Naruto, what should we do?” she asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry.” Naruto raised his hand, creating a Shadow Clone beside him. “Play with them,” he instructed.
The clone smirked and walked toward the Cloud ninja.
Meanwhile, Naruto teleported away with Flying Thunder God Technique, taking Karin with him.
Moments later, a loud explosion echoed from above Turtle Island.
Karin was kind by nature, though her past had hardened her somewhat. Even so, she wasn’t the type to approve of killing.
Naruto noticed her hesitation and explained calmly, “They’re Cloud ninja — they don’t count as people.”
“Oh, I see~” Karin said softly, as if understanding.
It seemed Naruto had some deep grudge against Cloud Village.
Karin realized — she still didn’t know everything about him.
The Land of Grass.
As a small ninja village, it wasn’t very crowded.
Everyone entering or leaving had to be registered.
Two figures appeared at the gate and were stopped by the guard.
“You two, stop right there! Registration is required before entry!”
“State your purpose — whether you’re here to issue a mission or for something else!”
Naruto halted and looked at the man, holding Karin’s hand.
The guard waved impatiently.
Seeing Naruto’s calm silence, his eyes shifted to Karin — and widened.
“Ah! It’s you, you ungrateful little brat!” he shouted, pointing at her.
“You traitorous ninja! How dare you show your face here again?!”
“The village raised and trained you, and this is how you repay us?”
“I’m reporting you right now! Just wait— you’ll learn what happens to—”
Thunk!
A sharp sound cut him off mid-sentence.
Naruto withdrew his Adamantine Sealing Chains from the man’s skull, his voice flat: “Let’s go.”
Karin lowered her head, fists trembling.
She had always harbored hatred for this village, but she had buried it deep for years — too afraid to face it.
Now, her suppressed emotions finally burst out.
Her breathing grew rapid, anger shaking her body.
The guard’s death caused chaos. Other ninja near the gate rushed to the scene.
But they were weak — far too weak.
To Naruto, they were barely even ninja, more like civilians who’d learned to mold chakra poorly.
No matter how many came, they were all slaughtered in moments.
Before long, dozens of Grass ninja lay dead at the entrance.
Naruto took Karin’s hand and walked calmly into the village.
Soon, word spread throughout the Land of Grass.
The ninja village had been attacked — its entire force annihilated.
Civilians fled in panic, the scene descending into chaos.
The Daimyo of the Land of Grass sent samurai to maintain order, but to little effect.
Other small villages, long-time rivals of the Grass Village, took the chance to strike.
Without its ninja, the Land of Grass was doomed.
But none of this had anything to do with Naruto.
At sea.
A ship was sailing toward the Land of Snow.
This time, Naruto didn’t use the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Instead, he chose to travel by boat with Karin — to experience a slower, different kind of life.
That night.
Inside their cabin, the gentle rocking of the ship echoed outside, accompanied by the endless sound of the sea.
Inside, beneath a warm blanket, Naruto held the sleeping Karin close, his thoughts drifting to the future.
First, he needed to find a way to increase Karin’s strength.
Then, they’d settle down in the Land of Snow.
He also wanted to study whether the illusion from the real waterfall could somehow be used for combat.
If he could master it, he might be able to use it against any opponent with less chakra than him.
No— even against someone stronger, it might work.
After all, as the saying goes: “Darkness makes one ten times stronger.”
The reflections born from the waterfall illusion were filled with darkness — unless that person had none to begin with.
And to recreate such an illusion, he’d likely need to master natural energy — also known as Sage Mode.
Naruto didn’t plan to learn it through traditional training.
That was far too troublesome.
Instead, he opened his System interface and stared at his nearly stagnant combat power, lost in thought.
He realized he’d been slacking off lately — his self-control had weakened.
After all, this was the first time, in both his past and current life, that he had experienced something so… blissful.
And with Karin being so obedient, agreeing to all his requests…
Plus, both of them were from the Uzumaki Clan, blessed with immense stamina…
Things tended to get carried away.
Naruto looked away from the stats screen and said mentally, “System, start simulation.”
This time, his goal was Sage Mode.
He wanted to see if he could refresh the right panel.
[Ding~ The host consumes one simulation chance. Creating character…]
[Random surnames drawn: Yamashita, Yamanaka, Yamakawa…]
Naruto’s mouth twitched.
All mountain-related names.
Only Yamanaka was even remotely famous.
“Did I forget to burn incense or something?” he muttered.
Fortunately, Naruto was prepared. He decided to skip this simulation and try again next time — after burning incense.
The result was a mediocre panel, earning an equally mediocre review.
Final score: 3.
He gained Level 3 Physical Enhancement and a Yamanaka Clan Selection Card.
Though unimpressive, he decided to use it anyway.
“System, select the Yamanaka Clan’s secret technique.”
[Ding~ Host has used Yamanaka Selection Card. Secret Technique acquired: Mind Transfer Series…]
Knowledge about the Yamanaka Clan’s mind techniques flooded his head.
Eager to test it, Naruto decided to try it out — though cautiously, unsure about potential side effects.
He wouldn’t dare test it on Karin, of course.
Instead, he activated Kagura’s Mind Eye, located a crew member on the ship, and cast Mind Transfer Jutsu.
Moments later, his consciousness entered the man’s body.
And then — Naruto immediately panicked and canceled the jutsu.
Because the man was… exercising.
When Naruto’s mind returned to his body, he heard a loud scream echoing through the ship.
“Ahhh! Honey, what’s wrong?! Honey, say something!”
“Help! My husband’s broken!”
Naruto’s face flushed bright red as he recalled the all-too-real experience.
He whispered apologetically,
“…I’m sorry, big sis.”
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Feeling the violent energy emanating from the real waterfall, Naruto’s heart sank.
It seemed this wouldn’t be a simple matter.
A woman who looked exactly like Karin, dressed in the same outfit, stepped out from the waterfall.
“Hey!” the doppelgänger called out as soon as she appeared. “When are you planning to return to the Land of Grass?”
Naruto hid nearby, silently observing without interrupting.
Karin, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone, was startled by the sudden question and nearly fell backward.
“W-What? Why?” she stammered.
Her reflection — her true self — frowned impatiently. “Have you forgotten?”
“The Land of Grass used you and your mother as tools to heal their injuries and restore their chakra. They even killed your mother.”
“They broke their promises. They never trained you to be a ninja. Do you really think you’re one of them?”
“When you failed the Chūnin Exams, they tried to strip you of your title and turn you into a living weapon. Have you forgotten all that?”
“Perform well? Hah! How many from that pathetic Grass Village can perform well?”
“In fact, you were the only one who came back alive — without losing your limbs.”
“Have you really forgotten everything?”
The reflection stepped closer, glaring down at Karin. “Go back to the Land of Grass and kill them all! Otherwise, you’ll never gain the power you desire!”
Karin bit her lip, clearly uneasy. “Forget it,” she muttered.
“It’s pointless, even if I go back.”
“And have you forgotten?”
“I’ve been homeless all this time, with no one to rely on. Everyone I meet just wants to use me — even Orochimaru, only for his experiments.”
“But… Naruto cherishes me. He keeps me safe.”
“Meeting Naruto was the only stroke of luck I’ve ever had in my life.”
“So… I just want to keep things as they are. Nothing else matters.”
The two sides argued fiercely.
Her reflection clenched her fists and shouted through gritted teeth, “Coward! Fine! I’ll take revenge myself! You can just live in your pathetic guilt, loser!!”
Karin slumped to the ground, staring blankly ahead, unable to respond.
Her reflection turned sharply and spotted Naruto watching from the sidelines.
“Naru… Naruto-kun?” the reflection’s furious expression instantly shifted into a twisted smile, and she lunged toward him.
Karin, who had been drowning in guilt moments ago, immediately snapped back to her senses when she heard that voice.
She spun around — just in time to see her reflection rushing at Naruto with crazed eyes, as if she wanted to devour him.
Luckily, Naruto caught her easily with one hand, preventing her from crashing into him.
Karin’s temper exploded. She charged forward and punched her reflection square in the face.
“Damn it! If you have something to say, then say it! Why are you attacking Naruto-kun, you psycho!!!”
In that instant, the world around them turned into black-and-white lines.
The reflection’s deranged face darkened, and she was sent flying several meters before crashing to the ground.
She propped herself up, clutching her red, swollen cheek, and shouted furiously, “You useless coward! You don’t even have the guts to take revenge! How dare you stay by Naruto-kun’s side?”
“Go to hell! Don’t worry — I’ll live a better life in your place!!”
She lunged again.
At that moment, Naruto raised his hand and hurled a kunai with a paper bomb attached straight at the waterfall.
BOOM!
The explosion rippled through the waterfall, disturbing the chakra within it.
Karin’s reflection froze, her expression dulling as her entire body began to dissolve into nothingness.
Karin trembled and turned to Naruto, her eyes filled with both fear and hesitation.
Naruto gently pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry. I’ll never hate you.”
“Naruto-kun…” Karin’s tears spilled over, sliding down her cheeks.
She couldn’t even describe the emotions swirling inside her.
Even after seeing the darkest part of her heart, Naruto still didn’t abandon her.
Was this… love?
But why did her reflection vanish so suddenly?
Confused, Karin asked Naruto.
To her, Naruto always seemed omniscient — as if he knew everything.
Naruto explained, “This waterfall contains a special type of chakra. When the water flows over it, the chakra’s current creates a unique illusion — one that manifests a person’s inner self.”
“When I threw the explosive tag, it disrupted that chakra flow.”
“Once that chakra disappears, the reflection fades away with it.”
In other words, the “true self” shown by the waterfall was actually a powerful illusion formed from chakra.
Naruto wondered if such an illusion could be replicated by ninja techniques.
Determined to test it, he began forming hand seals, channeling his chakra the same way the waterfall did.
But… it failed.
“It’s okay, Naruto,” Karin comforted him. “You’re already strong enough. Even if you can’t learn it, it’s no big deal.”
Naruto smiled faintly. “Don’t worry. I’m not disappointed — it was just an experiment.”
Still, he couldn’t help but think.
Since the waterfall wasn’t a living being, its chakra must have been closer to natural chakra.
Natural chakra — once absorbed — becomes Sage Energy.
Could it be that to recreate the waterfall’s illusion, one needed to use natural chakra?
But Naruto didn’t yet have the ability to use it.
He made a note to test it later, once he mastered Sage Mode.
That’s right.
Soon, he planned to use the simulator to gain that very ability.
Sage Mode — a power that could even be stacked with Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.
When that time came, Naruto’s strength would rise to a whole new level — practically a living buff monster!
Now that he understood the waterfall’s chakra mechanism, the place no longer held any secrets for him.
Naruto turned to Karin. “Let’s rest for a bit. Then we’ll head to the Land of Grass.”
“Huh?” Karin blinked in confusion. “Not the Land of Snow? Why the Land of Grass?”
Naruto smiled. “Of course, the Land of Grass.”
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In the year 2023, inside the Avengers Compound, Dr. Bruce Banner—now the Hulk—was full of disbelief.
Beside him, the overweight Thor held Stormbreaker in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, staring blankly at the three-dimensional projection before him.
“F**! What a cursed past! That bastard Allens... I’m going to kick his a*!”
After draining the beer, Thor tossed the bottle aside. His tone was weary and defeated, making Rocket Raccoon—standing nearby—cover his face helplessly.
“Hey, Fat Thor! Don’t you feel any anger watching Asgard being destroyed again?”
Rocket glared at the holographic projection showing Asgard’s destruction. Gripping his massive magnetic storm gun, he aimed it at the image furiously.
“Anger? Hahaha, my friend, don’t joke,” Thor said with a bitter laugh. “Asgard’s been destroyed so many times—whether it was Hela’s Ragnarök or Thanos’ massacre… bah.”
With that, Thor gave a drunken grin and staggered toward the Quantum Shuttle. He clearly needed more beer. As for Asgard’s fall? He didn’t care anymore.
“Oh, my dear Thor, I’m... sorry. Well, I mean, Asgard’s destruction isn’t that bad this time. Uh… I’ll just shut up.”
Rocket tried to comfort him, patting Thor’s leg awkwardly, but it only made things worse. Thor’s face darkened with even deeper sorrow.
“Hey, hey, guys,” Banner interrupted, clapping his hands in frustration. “We’re not talking about Asgard’s destruction right now! If this timeline keeps going the way it is, the Pym Particles will end up in Allens’ hands.”
The Hulk sighed. Everyone else had already traveled to the past via the Quantum Realm—only Thor and Rocket were stuck in 2023 because of Allens’ interference.
Although Banner hadn’t yet experienced the Endgame battle, Tony Stark had, just hours earlier, gained the Infinity Gauntlet’s power. Before his final act, Tony had contacted Banner using the energy of the six Infinity Stones and taught him how to modify the Quantum Shuttle’s algorithm—to calculate the chaotic quantum entanglement between past and future timelines.
Simply put: while they had already won against Thanos, the algorithm revealed an even greater threat—Allens, the Nightmare of Time and Space. He existed in previous timelines and had now returned stronger than ever.
“Allens… that bastard. I’m gonna tear him apart,” Rocket growled, eyes blazing. Among the future Avengers, Allens was known as the Nightmare of the Past and Future—an enemy destined to surpass even Thanos.
“Your mission now isn’t to collect Pym Particles,” Banner said firmly. “We’ll defeat Thanos in a few hours—that outcome is already set. What really needs to change is preventing Allens from destroying Asgard.”
Before Thor and Rocket could protest, Banner pressed the Quantum Shuttle’s activation button. In an instant, their suits shrank them down and hurled them into the Quantum Realm.
“Shit! Big green guy, I’m gonna smash your pants when I get back!” Rocket shouted, his voice echoing as their bodies were pulled into the chaos of the Quantum Dimension.
“Ugh—vomit…”
Thor, still drunk, couldn’t withstand the chaotic rules of the Quantum Realm. He vomited mid-transport, and his bile began to merge strangely with the swirling energy around them.
Suddenly, Thor’s body began to mutate wildly—turning into a tree one moment, then stone, steel, even… feces. The sight made Rocket dizzy.
“F***! What’s going on?! Damn it, Thor! I told you not to drink before entering the Quantum Realm! Looks like you triggered some kind of quantum chaos mechanism—it’s making your body fluctuate between matter states!”
Though he wasn’t a quantum physicist, Rocket was still one of the galaxy’s best engineers. Repairing spaceships or building weapons was second nature. Even so, he couldn’t make sense of what Thor was turning into.
“Oh, for shit’s sake! I can handle you turning into a tree, or stone, or even a woman—but if you turn into a literal pile of crap, I swear I’ll blast your a** myself!”
In the timeless chaos of the Quantum Realm, Rocket suddenly felt a lurch. His vision blurred—and then the stars came into focus. He and Thor shot out of a quantum rift and plummeted through space. A massive icy planet filled his view.
Boom!
Rocket slammed into a frozen surface, the impact leaving him dazed. Thor, still shifting between forms, crashed beside him with a thunderous thud.
“Damn it, Fat Man! That landing was all your fault!”
Rocket groaned, rolling off the ice. His cybernetic body had absorbed most of the damage, but he was still furious. He stood up, eyes scanning the surroundings.
“This isn’t Asgard… great. All your fault, you damn beer belly.”
He cursed under his breath, glancing toward the motionless Thor.
“Please, please, don’t be a pile of shit.”
Rocket pulled a small ray gun from his back and pointed it cautiously at Thor, muttering as he aimed.
Finally, under Rocket’s anxious gaze, the chaotic transformations on Thor’s body began to fade. The fat god’s form stabilized once more, and Rocket exhaled in relief.
“Not the worst-case scenario,” he muttered, lowering his weapon.
He trudged over to Thor and sat beside him on the frozen ground, still panting from the fall.
“Hiss… where am I?” Thor groaned, slowly opening his eyes. He blinked, squinting at Rocket. “Wait… Rocket, why are you shorter again?”
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“Evil God Loki, you’ve been surrounded! You’d better surrender now. You think a few hundred robots can seize control of Asgard? Ridiculous.”
At the Gates of Asgard, a massive Asgardian troop transport hovered in the sky. Fully armed warriors stood in formation inside. At the front was a muscular man wielding a giant axe, glaring mockingly at the God of Mischief. Loki raised his middle finger in response.
The warrior was Adela Ambot, second only to the Warriors Three in rank. Among Asgard’s army, she was known as the Great Axe Reaper. She had once followed King Odin in his conquest of the Nine Realms and was one of the few veterans still alive today—nearly four thousand years old.
However, in response to Adela’s taunt, Loki merely smirked coldly. Then, Allen—floating above in his steel battle suit—snapped his fingers.
“Super Duplication Module activated. Maximum charge.”
As Allen’s fingers snapped, the eyes of hundreds of Sentries began to glow.
The duplication ability Allen had acquired in a previous timeline had already been integrated into the Sentries as “Super Duplication Module 02.”
Moreover, Allen had enhanced the module’s operating system.
Chi! Chi! Chi!
Every time the Sentries flashed, new duplicates appeared. Their numbers increased exponentially, filling the sky in mere moments until they formed a dense swarm.
“F**k… Lady Sif, what do we do now?”
The original few hundred Sentries had multiplied into tens of thousands. The tide had completely turned—two thousand Asgardian warriors were now surrounded by a sea of Sentries.
Adela’s mocking grin froze. Her hand trembled so badly that she almost dropped her axe. She turned toward Sif, panic in her eyes.
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
Countless Sentries’ eyes began to charge, the terrifying hum of energy echoing through the air. The female warrior Sif looked at the readings on the projection before her—energy levels spiking off the charts—and sighed helplessly.
“Stand down.”
Sif sighed deeply. Even with two thousand warriors assembled, she knew they couldn’t resist an army several times their size.
“We are Asgardian warriors! We fear nothing!”
One Asgardian shouted passionately, raising his sword high, his eyes burning with pride and defiance. As a warrior of Asgard, surrender was unthinkable.
Boom!
The moment he lifted his sword, a Sentry fired a laser from its eye. The blast struck him head-on, sending his body flying out of the ship.
Allen descended from the sky and landed atop the transport. The metal mask on his face retracted, revealing his cold, emotionless expression.
“Now… do you still plan to resist?”
Allen’s gaze was sharp and commanding. The overwhelming pressure of his psychokinesis forced the Asgardians to their knees. Even Sif could only bow her noble head before him.
“Midgardian? I am a warrior of the Aesir! A god! How could I surrender to a mortal?”
Adela, who had been on the verge of agreeing to Sif’s surrender, flew into a rage at the sight of Allen’s face. She gripped her axe with both hands and swung it down toward him.
“Time Stop.”
Allen simply raised a finger. Instantly, time froze.
He walked calmly up to Adela, seized her by the throat with one hand, and lifted her off the ground.
Swish.
Time resumed.
To the Asgardians, it looked as if Adela had charged forward—only for Allen to suddenly appear, holding her aloft. With a faint squeeze, the exoskeleton strength of his suit effortlessly snapped her neck.
Crash.
Weapons clattered to the floor as the remaining Asgardians dropped their arms in unison. They were brave, yes—but not foolish. Continuing to fight a hopeless battle meant only death.
“Very good. Arrest these people—and open the gates of Asgard.”
Loki walked up beside Allen, casting a sidelong glance at Sif before issuing his orders.
With the surrender of the Asgardian troops, the Gates of Asgard swung open. Allen’s Sentries poured in, launching full-scale attacks on the palaces of Asgard.
Meanwhile, in 2023, Fat Thor and Rocket Raccoon were standing before the quantum shuttle when they were suddenly stopped by Bruce Banner—now in his Professor Hulk form.
“Hey, big guy, don’t tell me there are no more Pym Particles in Asgard!”
Rocket barked angrily, fur bristling. Having just crossed the quantum realm for the first time, he wasn’t thrilled about being interrupted.
Glug, glug.
Thor took several swigs of beer beside him, bleary-eyed and clearly too drunk to understand why Banner had stopped them.
“Listen, guys… your mission’s in trouble,” Banner said, his brows furrowed. The 3.5-meter-tall Hulk frowned as he glanced at the data in front of him. According to the quantum algorithm he and Tony Stark had built, something was very wrong.
“The quantum algorithm is a master computation system that can analyze past timelines—and roughly calculate what happened.”
After briefly explaining, Banner grabbed a metallic tablet and tapped it. A projection flickered to life before them.
The image revealed Asgard—once peaceful, now blanketed by thousands of Sentries. And on the throne once belonging to Odin… sat a young man of Asian descent.
“Allen—the one we thought was defeated—has returned,” Banner said gravely. “He’s been killing since 2008, ever since Tony Stark first appeared. He developed those terrifying Sentries and, by 2010, completely conquered Asgard… triggering Ragnarök.”
Banner stared at the projection, troubled.
After detecting anomalies in the quantum algorithm, he had sought out Doctor Strange.
With Strange’s magic, Banner had traveled through the timeline—and what he saw confirmed his fears.
Allen, once defeated, had risen again.
And this time… he had brought Ragnarök to Asgard.
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Hagen raised his leg and shot without hesitation, but the attempt was blocked just in time by the opponent’s defender.
The situation on the field grew increasingly tense, and the entire stadium was wrapped in a thick atmosphere of anticipation and pressure.
The crowd roared with passionate cheers, their voices echoing through the stands. Their encouragement filled the players with renewed energy — and Su Luo could feel an unprecedented surge of strength welling up inside him.
Receiving the ball once again, Su Luo’s heart burned with determination and confidence.
He broke through the opponent’s defense, cut into the penalty area, and, facing the goalkeeper head-on, fired a decisive shot!
For a moment, the entire Golden Storm Stadium fell silent. Time seemed to stand still.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the ball’s final destination.
But the goalkeeper, Bismark, made a brilliant save — diving through the air to push the ball wide! The rebound bounced far away, and chaos erupted across the pitch.
Su Luo frowned, standing in the center of the field, feeling the heavy weight of disappointment pressing against him.
Yet he refused to give in. Locking eyes with the opposing goalkeeper, he saw the same fiery determination to win reflected back at him.
Robert and Hagen quickly rushed over to support him.
Robert clapped Su Luo on the shoulder and said proudly, “Su Luo, the will you’ve shown is unmatched. We believe in you.”
Hagen nodded and added, “This is just part of the game. There are still chances — we can’t give up now.”
A firm smile appeared on Su Luo’s face as he felt the unyielding support and encouragement from both his teammates and the roaring fans.
Despite the setbacks, he knew he could overcome any challenge.
Standing at the center of the Golden Storm Stadium, Su Luo looked around as the deafening cheers of the crowd echoed through the air.
He saw tens of thousands of fans rising to their feet, waving flags and shouting with all their hearts.
They were dressed in Dortmund’s iconic yellow and black jerseys, glowing brilliantly under the sunlight.
The electric atmosphere of the stadium sent a rush of energy through Su Luo’s veins — his blood boiled with excitement and pride.
Giant flags with images of Su Luo and his teammates fluttered proudly in the stands.
Colorful confetti rained down under the golden light, as if the entire stadium were soaked in passion and celebration.
“Su Luo! Su Luo!” the most loyal supporters chanted his name in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
The sound swept through the entire stadium, forming a wave of pure spirit that seemed to wrap around Su Luo like an invisible shield of strength.
He could feel the boundless expectations and encouragement pouring toward him — not just for his own performance, but for the pride and dreams of the entire team and every Dortmund fan.
Su Luo understood — he was no longer playing for himself. He was representing the city, the team, and countless supporters who loved Dortmund with all their hearts.
“We believe in you!” one fan shouted passionately.
Others followed: “Su Luo, you’re the best!” — “Dortmund will always stand with you!”
Their voices intertwined, merging into a sea of thunderous support.
Su Luo clenched his fists tightly, feeling his fighting spirit reignite.
He turned to look at Robert and Hagen, who stood beside him, silently offering encouragement and trust.
Robert nodded firmly, while Hagen gave him a confident, reassuring smile.
“Thank you, everyone, for believing in us!” Su Luo shouted to the stands, his voice powerful and full of emotion. “I won’t give up!”
Then, turning his gaze back toward the far end of the pitch, he fixed his eyes on goalkeeper Bismark — his expression blazing with determination to win.
Once again, the Golden Storm Stadium erupted into thunderous cheers, and Su Luo was surrounded by a wave of passion, faith, and unbreakable support.
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He steadied himself once again, regaining his composure and showing the same calm, decisive side he had before taking the shot.
The fans held their breath as Su Luo suddenly leapt into the air, preparing to head the ball toward the goal.
He could feel the expectations and passionate shouts of the fans filling the stands. His heart surged with strength and confidence.
The header was on target, but the opposing goalkeeper once again displayed incredible reflexes, pushing the powerful shot just over the bar.
For a brief moment, frustration and pressure weighed heavily on Su Luo. But he did not give up. Even though his header had been blocked, the match continued with fierce intensity.
Under the roaring Yellow Wall, Dortmund kept attacking their opponents with unwavering spirit.
The fans watched nervously, fists clenched, their eyes filled with anticipation and hope.
They knew this was the crucial moment that would decide victory or defeat—an opportunity to prove the team’s strength and willpower.
Hagen noticed the frustration and pressure on Su Luo’s face and decided to speak with him.
He walked over and whispered in his ear, “Don’t be discouraged, Su Luo. We still have time—we still have a chance.”
Su Luo lifted his head, the fire returning to his eyes.
He nodded and replied firmly, “You’re right, Hagen. We can’t give up.”
The match pressed on, and Dortmund’s players ran tirelessly, fighting against the ticking clock.
Although Su Luo felt exhaustion creeping in, he took a deep breath and summoned his courage to attack once more.
He dribbled skillfully through the opponent’s defense before passing the ball to Hagen.
Hagen immediately accelerated, ready to launch an attack—but was blocked in time by a quick-reacting defender.
The atmosphere on the pitch grew increasingly tense, and the entire stadium was wrapped in a heavy silence filled with anticipation.
Then, from the stands, came a thunderous chant: “Come on, Su Luo! Come on, Dortmund!”
Their voices echoed throughout the stadium, igniting the fighting spirit of every player on the field.
Su Luo could feel the encouragement and support from the fans.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and took a moment to readjust himself.
Beside him, Hagen gathered his strength and began conveying tactical instructions. Su Luo inhaled deeply and fixed his gaze on the goalkeeper at the far end of the pitch.
He felt immense pressure—memories of countless past matches flashed through his mind, rekindling his passion for football and his burning desire to win.
Robert and Hagen stood beside him, silently lending their support.
Robert gently patted Su Luo on the shoulder and said, “Su Luo, believe in yourself. You’re our core player—you can handle this pressure.”
Hagen added seriously, “You’ve proven yourself countless times. You always lead us to victory when it matters most.”
Su Luo’s determination and confidence surged once more.
He knew this was the decisive moment—the one that would determine the outcome of the game. As captain and core player, he couldn’t let his teammates or the fans down.
He fixed his eyes on the goalkeeper and told himself with unwavering resolve, I can do this!
The match continued, with Dortmund’s players still running and fighting against the clock.
Su Luo received the ball again, swiftly turning under the heavy pressure of the opposing defense.
With his exceptional dribbling skills, he slipped past a defender and led the team on another dangerous attack.
Hagen quickly repositioned himself, becoming Su Luo’s key support point.
Seeing the perfect opening, Su Luo swung his leg and delivered a precise volley pass, sending the ball straight to Hagen’s feet.
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In the Apartment
Because the incident hadn’t fully erupted yet, Linen uploaded the edited video once again.
In Tony’s Villa
“According to Linen’s plan, he’ll probably need to do several media interviews and appear on a few TV talk shows over the next few days,” Tony said as he took two cups of coffee from Pepper.
“Want me to have Jarvis draft some talking points for you?” he added, handing one cup to Steve.
Steve smiled and shook his head. “Thanks, but that won’t be necessary. I’m still pretty good at public speaking.”
Tony chuckled. “That’s true. You’re better than anyone at inspiring people—oh, hold on.”
Pepper waved him over from across the room. Tony gestured for Steve to wait, then walked over to her.
Before Tony could say a word, Pepper whispered excitedly, “Tony, is that really the Captain America? You didn’t just hire some look-alike actor, right?”
Tony frowned in mock annoyance. “Come on, Pepper. He’s just an antique that’s been frozen for seventy years—why are you so excited?”
“That’s Captain America! My God!” Pepper took a deep breath and then smiled. “No wonder you’ve been buying up newspapers and investing in TV networks lately. You wanted the exclusive coverage first, didn’t you?”
Tony grinned proudly. “Of course. After all, since Stark Industries shifted direction, as the largest shareholder, I have to think about the company’s future.”
Pepper smiled approvingly. “You’ve really grown up, Tony.”
He smirked. “Naturally. It’s what I do best.”
Just as they were talking, a familiar digital tone chimed in their ears.
[New video uploaded. System owner, please enter the viewing room within five minutes.]
Tony raised an eyebrow and turned back toward Steve.
“Pepper, Steve and I have a few things to discuss. I’ll leave the media side to you—you’re better at maximizing profit than I am.”
Pepper nodded briskly. “Don’t worry. I’ll go to the TV station myself.”
She kissed him on the cheek before heading out.
Watching her leave, Tony smirked. “Jealous, Rogers? Pepper isn’t just my girlfriend—she’s also the CEO of Stark Industries.”
Steve smiled. “She’s a good woman, Tony. You should cherish her.”
“I do,” Tony replied with a grin. “But enough of that—let’s get to the theater.”
“Alright,” Steve said, following him into the lab.
Once the system console was ready, both men entered the virtual theater.
Eastern Europe, Sokovia
Hearing the familiar system chime, Natasha turned to Punisher and Hawkeye.
“Stick to the plan. It’s three in the afternoon now. Move out at seven and kill every last one of those bastards,” she ordered coldly.
After finalizing the operation plan, she returned to the lounge and immediately entered the theater.
Inside the Hydra Base
“You sleepy again?” Pietro asked, watching Wanda stretch after her nap.
She yawned softly. “Just tired.”
For some reason, Pietro couldn’t help noticing how strange his sister had been lately.
Maybe she’s just going through a phase…? he thought with a frown.
In the Theater
Once everyone entered, the screen lit up — the next video had begun.
On screen, Steve Rogers, dressed in his classic Captain America uniform, stood at the entrance of an elevator, his back to the camera.
As the doors slid open, he stepped inside, facing a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents led by Jasper Sitwell.
“Captain? I thought you were only handling the search and rescue,” Sitwell said with a nervous smile.
Steve ignored him, stepping calmly into the middle of the crowded elevator.
Brock Rumlow greeted him stiffly. “Captain.”
“Rumlow.” Steve nodded slightly, glancing around. The tension in the air was palpable—hands subtly hovered near their weapons.
Steve spoke casually. “I just received intel that someone’s trying to use the Mind Scepter for personal gain. I’ll be taking it into custody.”
The agents exchanged uneasy glances.
Sitwell frowned. “Captain, what are you implying?”
Rumlow’s tone hardened. “Sorry, sir. We can’t just hand over the scepter. I’ll have to call the Director.”
Steve smiled faintly. “No problem. Trust me.”
He leaned closer to Sitwell’s ear and whispered—
“Hail Hydra.”
The elevator doors opened moments later. Steve walked out with the case containing the Mind Scepter, a subtle smirk on his face.
Inside, Sitwell froze in shock while Rumlow’s eyes lit up with sinister satisfaction.
In the Theater
“What the hell?!” Tony shouted, clutching his head in disbelief. “Steve Rogers—Hydra?! That’s impossible!”
He looked at the screen, eyes wide. “No way! If this system told me Nick Fury or Natasha was Hydra, maybe I’d believe it halfway. But Steve? Not a chance!”
Meanwhile, in another theater, Steve Rogers himself stared at the projection in confusion.
“Hail Hydra?” he murmured, stunned. “I… said that?”
Impossible. Hydra had been his sworn enemy since the war. Seventy years ago, he’d crashed his plane to stop them. There was no way he’d ever join Hydra.
In Nick Fury’s Theater
Fury remained silent, though his single eye darkened with thought.
If the footage showed Steve revealing himself as Hydra just to get the scepter from Sitwell… then that meant Sitwell, Rumlow, and the rest of those agents were all Hydra operatives.
So my hunch was right, he thought grimly. Those two who tried to spy on Linen—and bit cyanide in front of me and Natasha—they were Hydra too.
“Damn it,” Fury muttered under his breath. “They’ve infiltrated deeper than I imagined… even Sitwell.”
But as for Steve—no. Fury didn’t buy it. Not for a second.
Judging by that faint smirk Steve gave at the end, Fury realized the truth.
He knew they were Hydra. He tricked them into giving up the scepter.
“Smart move, Captain,” Fury said quietly. “Real smart.”
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Eastern Europe, Sokovia
“Hiss…”
After reading the intel Natasha sent, the strike team members looked at their captain with surprise.
“Boss, this time Black Widow’s target is a human trafficking organization in Eastern Europe,” one of them said. “But that group has business dealings with our Hydra contacts. Should we…” — he made a throat-cutting gesture.
The captain immediately smacked him on the head. “Don’t even think about it. We follow Black Widow’s orders.”
“Even if that trafficking ring has ties to Baron Strucker’s Hydra base in Sokovia, it doesn’t concern us.”
“Remember, since twenty-three years ago, those guys led by A.I.M. disagreed with our ideology and split off to form Hydra’s Dark Division. We’re not the same anymore. So even if the trafficking ring is connected to Sokovia’s Hydra base, we’ll still destroy them if Natasha says so.”
The soldier hesitated. “But Captain… they’re technically our people.”
“Our people?” The captain sneered. “Only the Hydra inside S.H.I.E.L.D. are our real brothers!”
He loaded his pistol and continued, “Who has been serving S.H.I.E.L.D. fearlessly for all these years, taking every suicidal mission?”
“Us—Hydra,” the team replied in unison.
“Exactly! Even real S.H.I.E.L.D. agents hesitate when the mission looks hopeless. Only we Hydra agents go without fear of death, because we understand the truth — the stronger S.H.I.E.L.D. becomes, the stronger Hydra becomes.”
He glanced around at his team. “But the Hydra in the shadows? They want us to fail. They want us disgraced.”
“Now do you understand?”
The soldier finally nodded. “Yeah… I get it now.”
He didn’t say it out loud, but deep down he couldn’t help thinking — somehow this still feels ironic.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Lounge
Clint Barton was methodically sorting his arrows when Natasha approached.
“Clint, this mission’s target is a human trafficking ring. We’ll be rescuing the kidnapped women and children, and we also need evidence of their business ties in America,” she said. “I’m counting on you.”
Hawkeye smiled, setting down his arrow. “No need to be so formal, Nat. You know Laura used to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent—she understands the job. And you’re the godmother of our daughter, remember?”
Hearing him mention Laura and his little girl, warmth crossed Clint’s face.
Natasha pulled up a chair. “I heard Laura’s pregnant again?”
“Yeah. Another girl. We haven’t decided on a name yet, though. Looks like your wish for a godson will have to wait.”
“Tsk… traitor,” Natasha teased lightly. But even as she smiled, envy flickered in her eyes. She could hide her emotions from most people — but never from Clint.
He reached out and gently held her hand. “Natasha…”
She forced a small smile. “I’m fine. What matters now is saving those women and children.”
“Frank Castle’s already doing recon. As soon as we have intel, we move.”
“Understood,” Clint nodded.
Upper East Side, New York
“Kelly, are you sure we should be doing this?” one of the girls asked nervously, staring at the Ouija board on the table. “I heard this game can really summon the dead…”
“Scared already?” Kelly frowned. “If you’re that timid, maybe you should hang out with that spoiled brat Jessica instead.”
“She’s the deputy mayor’s daughter—she could help your dad, right? So go on, join her little princess club. Just don’t show your face in our sisterhood again!”
The timid girl quickly shook her head. “No! I’d never betray us. Remember when we cornered Jessica in the bathroom back in middle school? She slapped us, but we got her good after that!”
Kelly smirked. “That’s right. If she dares to look down on us, we’ll make her regret it. No one embarrasses us in New York’s social circle.”
She pointed at the board. “Alright, listen up. Once the game starts, if the planchette moves — no one lifts their fingers. Got it?”
Everyone nodded.
Kelly lit the candles, her eyes gleaming as she began the chant.
East Coast Studio
“Are you sure that brat Kelly’s really going to do some séance tonight?” Barbara asked, adjusting a shelf full of hand-crafted decorations.
“You know what happened last time we tried that, right? If it weren’t for Linen, we might’ve actually been haunted.”
Jessica smirked. “Of course she will. Kelly can’t resist showing off. Especially after I told her I’d done it before — she was furious. That girl’s pride won’t let her back down.”
She sighed regretfully. “Too bad Linen’s busy these days. Otherwise, he could have summoned a ghost just to spook her.”
Barbara chuckled. “You really hate her that much?”
“It’s not about hate,” Jessica said. “It’s about business. Once this goes viral, our East Coast studio will explode in popularity. Fox TV is already interested.”
Barbara’s eyes lit up as she looked at the shelves. “If this works, we’ll make a fortune. I need to tell the supplier to produce more of these crafts.”
Jessica grinned. “You’re just trying to make sure Linen gets his villa within the year.”
“Half a year,” Barbara corrected seriously. “If this studio doesn’t earn him enough for that in six months — enough to help his brother and sister pay off their student loans — then I’ve wasted my degree.”
Jessica sighed softly. “You know… neither of us can really be with Linen.”
Barbara smiled knowingly. “Maybe not in name, but we’ll always be close. The three of us have been through everything together — it’s like family now.”
She leaned back with a teasing grin. “You’ll marry for business, and I’ll marry someone who treats me like a princess. But don’t pretend, Jessica — even when you’re married, if Linen calls, you’d still come to him.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “You’re such a bitch.”
Barbara only laughed, unbothered.
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After Kurotsuchi returned to Iwagakure, she immediately went to see Ōnoki, bringing with her the letter he had written.
Inside the Tsuchikage’s office, Ōnoki was busy reviewing documents.
Because of his previous statements about letting the Anbu operate freely, both Konoha and Sunagakure were dissatisfied.
After all, Naruto was originally from Konoha.
Ōnoki’s attempt to recruit Naruto into Iwagakure had naturally angered the Third Hokage, Hiruzen Sarutobi.
And as for Sunagakure, the situation was complicated as well—Rasa’s daughter was already engaged to Naruto.
Ōnoki hadn’t expected things to become this tangled.
He thought it was only a grudge between him and Konoha, but unexpectedly, Sunagakure had become involved too.
The Land of Earth bordered both the Land of Wind and the Land of Fire.
Offending both major nations at once was not a wise move.
After all, not everyone had the strength to face two—or even three—great ninja villages at the same time in a large-scale war.
But…
Ōnoki’s expression suddenly sharpened.
Naruto possessed control over the Nine Tails and had unmatched power.
It was even said that he had defeated four Kage-level opponents at once.
If Naruto could be recruited into Iwagakure…
Wouldn’t that mean gaining a power comparable to the Yellow Flash—no, perhaps even more terrifying than him?
He didn’t know why, but when he thought about it, a memory flashed in his mind—of the Konoha shinobi he had met in his youth: Uchiha Madara.
Ōnoki had a feeling that Uzumaki Naruto’s future would be no less than that of Uchiha Madara or Senju Hashirama.
If he could truly bring in such a super Kage-level powerhouse, offending Konoha and Sunagakure wouldn’t matter.
Even if Cloud and Mist joined them, what difference would it make?
In front of an absolute powerhouse, as long as that person wasn’t as soft-hearted or idealistic as Hashirama, the entire world could become his plaything.
At that moment, Kurotsuchi walked in from outside.
Ōnoki frowned, ready to scold whoever had entered without knocking—until he realized it was his granddaughter.
“Oh? Kurotsuchi, you’re back?” he said, instantly softening.
Kurotsuchi looked annoyed and slammed the letter she was holding down on his desk, ready to speak the truth.
But before she could say anything, Ōnoki asked first, “Why didn’t that brat come back with you? Or is he just a scoundrel?”
Thinking about Naruto, Kurotsuchi subconsciously blurted out, “He is a scoundrel!”
Ōnoki waved his hand, unconcerned by such a minor detail, and laughed heartily. “Hahaha~ Youth really is something! I already know what’s going on with you two. Don’t worry, I approve of your relationship.”
“It’s just… you need to bring him back here.”
“That brat’s taken everything, yet he doesn’t even bother to come see his in-laws?”
The words that had been on Kurotsuchi’s tongue were swallowed immediately.
Seeing the rare happiness on her grandfather’s face, she fell silent.
Ever since Deidara had left Iwagakure, Ōnoki had rarely smiled like this.
This was the first time she had seen him so genuinely happy.
Was Naruto really that important to him?
Kurotsuchi suddenly felt a little down.
Sensing her silence, Ōnoki frowned and asked seriously, “Kurotsuchi, is that guy really a scumbag?”
Damn it—Ōnoki could accept her being with Naruto, but he couldn’t accept Naruto not coming to Iwagakure afterward.
Wasn’t that just being taken advantage of for nothing?!
Kurotsuchi pressed her lips together and said faintly, “He has important things to do. He might be… um… busy for a while.”
Ōnoki nodded with satisfaction. “Well, with his level of power at such a young age, he must indeed be busy.”
“In that case, I’m not in a hurry. As long as he comes to see me once his work is done.”
Kurotsuchi: “…”
Meanwhile, Naruto and Karin originally planned to go straight to the Land of Snow.
But something unexpected happened along the way.
As everyone knew, the Land of Snow was located far away—across the sea, in a remote region.
And since Naruto’s Flying Thunder God marks weren’t spread throughout the world, he couldn’t teleport there directly.
It would take time.
During their long journey, the two spent several days traveling together.
While resting between travels, Naruto began teaching Karin how to use the Nine Tails’ chakra.
Because of Naruto’s immense power and the strong seal he had placed, the small Nine Tails inside Karin cooperated obediently.
However, a problem soon appeared.
The chakra produced by Karin remained crimson red.
Only someone who could truly face their inner self and live according to their true heart could fully synchronize with the Nine Tails’ chakra and make it their own.
Only then could the true power of the Nine Tails’ chakra be unleashed—
The transformation into the Golden Form.
There were two main states of that form:
The first was the Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.
The second was Kurama Mode.
Although their names sounded similar, the difference between the two was vast.
Only those who truly understood themselves could enter the Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.
And only those who shared mutual understanding and trust with their Tailed Beast could enter Kurama Mode.
The gap between the two was enormous.
But right now, Karin couldn’t even reach the first stage.
Moreover, her relationship with the small Nine Tails was… complicated.
Karin treated it well and had never mistreated it.
The issue was that the Nine Tails had only agreed to cooperate because Naruto had threatened it earlier.
Forced obedience could never lead to true understanding.
Even Kurama inside Naruto still couldn’t fully comprehend Naruto himself.
But that was a problem for later.
Right now, the issue was that Karin couldn’t enter the first stage—she could only use the red Nine Tails chakra in its raw, unstable form.
And since the small Nine Tails didn’t have much chakra to begin with, it couldn’t last long.
So Naruto decided to change their destination for the time being.
He planned to take Karin to the Falls of Truth.
He had purchased information about this place from a black market exchange.
After several days of traveling across mountains and seas, they finally arrived at their destination.
The moment Naruto saw the waterfall, he marked a hidden spot nearby with his Flying Thunder God seal—essentially unlocking a teleportation point for future use.
After all, even Sasuke would need this place one day to face his inner self, unless he could already live truly by his heart like Naruto.
“This is it,” Naruto said, pointing at a stone in the center of the waterfall. “Once you sit there, your true heart will be reflected.”
Karin looked uneasy. “Naruto… maybe we should forget it. I’m a little scared…”
“Don’t worry,” Naruto said gently, taking her hand. “No matter what happens, I’ll be right here with you.”
Karin hesitated for a moment. “What if you see my true self… and start to hate me?”
Naruto smiled. “That won’t happen, Karin. I’ll never give up on you.”
Encouraged by his words, Karin finally gathered her courage and sat down on the rock.
Moments later, a shadowy figure appeared in the reflection of the Falls of Truth—
And with it came an overwhelming surge of hostility…
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Naruto failed to find Nagato and Konan after defeating the Six Paths of Pain.
Fortunately, he already knew the Akatsuki’s base location, so there was nothing to worry about.
With a flash of light, Naruto’s figure vanished into the sky.
…
After finding Karin and Kurotsuchi, Naruto had withdrawn from his various transformations and returned to his usual handsome, kind, and warm-looking self.
But honestly, Kurama’s chakra was getting stronger and stronger.
During the battle with Pain, Naruto had already noticed that the power of the chakra Kurama provided had greatly increased.
It seemed that after Kurama absorbed other fragments of the Nine Tails, not only did his chakra grow in quantity, but it also underwent a qualitative change.
Kurotsuchi and Karin had originally been fleeing toward Iwagakure, but with Naruto’s arrival, Karin immediately knew the fight was over.
“That’s great, Naruto! I knew you’d be fine!” Karin said happily, snatching the small Nine Tails from Kurotsuchi’s hands and standing in front of Naruto.
Kurotsuchi rubbed her palms subconsciously and looked at the miniature Nine Tails.
She had to admit—it felt really good to touch.
What a pity it was so fierce and always tried to bite people.
Naruto smiled, hugged Karin, and said to Kurotsuchi, “Alright, there’s no more danger now. You can head back.”
“Tch…” Kurotsuchi huffed disdainfully. “Of course I’m going back! You pervert kidnapped me for days and made the old man misunderstand me! If I could beat you, I’d punch you a hundred times over!”
Seeing her acting so defiant, Naruto chuckled. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll beat you up right now?”
Kurotsuchi’s scalp tingled. She took two steps back, forced a laugh, then quickly turned and ran away.
Naruto didn’t bother arguing with her. He turned to Karin and said, “Let’s go somewhere more remote.”
“I’ll go wherever you go, Naruto,” Karin replied firmly—but there was a hint of sadness in her expression.
Seeing that, Naruto asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
By now, the awkwardness between the two had completely faded. They could speak openly.
Karin lowered her head and said quietly, “I’m too weak. I can’t even protect myself, let alone help you…”
Naruto also understood that concern—after all, there were times when he couldn’t always be there.
After thinking for a moment, Naruto suddenly said, “Then… how about you become a Jinchūriki too?”
“Anyway, this little Nine Tails is still weak and recovering slowly. Keeping it as a pet feels like a waste.”
“If you can use Nine Tails Mode, combine it with some Uzumaki clan sealing techniques, and train with others, your power will grow quickly.”
Karin looked at the tiny Nine Tails in front of her, curious.
It looked adorable and harmless. But she had seen firsthand what it could become at full strength.
“Alright!” Karin clenched her fists and said firmly, “I’ll do it!”
The small Nine Tails immediately protested, “Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?! Do you think it’s embarrassing to be my vessel?!”
Pa!
Naruto smacked it lightly on the head. “Shut up, Nine Tails.”
The little fox glared angrily at Naruto but didn’t dare to say another word.
After all, it knew exactly how terrifying Naruto could be.
Naruto warned it, “When you’re sealed, don’t make trouble. You’ll cooperate obediently with my wife, understand?”
At that, the Nine Tails’ pride shattered.
“What did you say?! Even if you kill me, I’ll never—”
“Alright,” Naruto said, grabbing the back of its neck.
The little fox froze, its two eyes wide with fear. “O-Okay, okay, fine! You win!”
Even though Naruto looked harmless on the surface, this guy could make life worse than death for the Nine Tails.
Better not provoke him—for now.
And so, the Nine Tails accepted its fate.
But just as Naruto was about to begin the sealing process, he hesitated, suddenly remembering something Kurama once said.
Holding the little fox by the scruff, he asked, “I heard you’re genderless, right? So… are you male or female?”
The Nine Tails twitched and glared. “What are you trying to do?”
“You’re speaking to me in a female voice right now,” Naruto said flatly.
The fox exploded. “When I recover, I’ll kill you for this!”
Naruto sighed. “Then I’ll just have to kill you first.”
The Nine Tails instantly panicked and stammered in a cutesy voice, “D-Don’t be impulsive! I-I’ll do it…”
Kurama’s voice echoed in Naruto’s mind, full of disdain. “Hmph, how pathetic.”
The little Nine Tails roared, “Damn fox! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this!”
Even while fuming, it kept speaking in that girlish tone.
Kurama sneered, “How about I just absorb all of you?”
The smaller Nine Tails immediately backed down. “Ugh… meeting you is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Kurama replied coldly, “That’s right. You’ll never rise above me in this lifetime.”
The little fox flared up again—
Pa!
Naruto sighed and smacked it once more.
Then he turned to Karin, holding the tiny Nine Tails in his left hand. With his right hand, he pressed his palm gently against her smooth abdomen.
Feeling the warmth of Naruto’s hand, Karin blushed slightly, remembering their previous experiences together.
She was nervous, but when Naruto said calmly, “Bear with it for a bit,” she nodded. “Okay!”
Zzzzt!
As Naruto activated the sealing technique, the small Nine Tails turned into chakra and began to flow into Karin’s body.
However, she showed almost no reaction.
Even after the sealing was complete, Karin didn’t break a sweat.
Naruto blinked, confused—had the seal failed?
When Sasuke was sealed by the Nine Tails, his face twisted in agony like he was enduring unbearable pain.
So Naruto asked, “How do you feel?”
Karin took a deep breath, lifted her shirt slightly, and checked the sealing mark. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt that much.”
“Hm…” Naruto murmured thoughtfully.
Maybe for someone like Karin, this kind of pain wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
Sensing his quiet concern, Karin smiled softly. “Naruto, don’t worry. It’s all in the past now. I’m fine—and you’re here to protect me.”
“And now that I have my own Nine Tails, I’ll be able to protect myself too.”
Naruto nodded, took her hand, and activated the Flying Thunder God Technique.
Their next destination—
The Land of Snow.
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In Asgard, small spacecrafts sped through the skies. Despite their disdain for technology, Asgardian warriors had no choice but to pilot these compact ships as they charged toward the Sentry units floating above.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Beams of divine energy burst from the small ships, releasing immense power that rippled through the air like waves.
These weapons were far more advanced than the Tesseract-based technology once developed by HYDRA on Earth.
No Asgardian dared to take such a hit lightly.
“Mr. Allens, please eliminate these troublesome pests!”
The illusionary duplicate of Loki—the God of Mischief—who had been giving an impassioned speech on the ground, shouted as the beams of divine energy lit up the sky.
“As you command, Lord God-King Loki… ‘Zero.’”
Allens simply nodded. Behind him, hundreds of Sentinels surged forward, rushing toward the incoming energy fire.
The reason for using Loki’s illusion was simple: Allens wanted Asgard to believe this was merely a struggle between Odin’s sons for the throne—not an external invasion.
He knew that if Asgard confirmed an attack from beyond its realm, they would risk everything to awaken Odin from the Odinsleep.
Even a weakened All-Father would be enough to put Allens at a disadvantage.
“Energy Absorption Module online. Analyzing energy structure… Analysis complete. Source identified: Asgardian divine power. Beginning conversion and absorption process.”
The single mechanical eyes of each Sentinel glowed with streams of data as their chest cores emitted a powerful pull, absorbing all divine energy beams into their bodies.
“Excess divine power detected. Activating Psychokinesis Module. Charging… releasing psychic energy.”
Several Sentinels in the front row, overloaded with divine energy, extended their hands. An overwhelming wave of psychic force exploded outward, sweeping across the skies. The Asgardian ships were knocked from the air like falling meteors.
“Activating Cryo Module…”
Other Sentinels followed, their eyes flashing with a deep blue glow. A blast of freezing energy struck the ground below, rapidly encasing the area in thick ice.
Crack… crack…
The earth froze solid. Asgardian warriors trapped in their ships were instantly sealed within the ice. Within moments, several kilometers of land were consumed by a frozen wasteland.
“Activating Quantum Bridge Module…”
Blue circles of light shimmered before several Sentinels, flickering—and in an instant, they vanished.
A heartbeat later, the same circles appeared behind unsuspecting Asgardian warriors.
From within the portals, Sentinels thrust spears of condensed divine energy through the warriors’ backs, impaling their hearts.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In a blur of blue flashes, more than a dozen Asgardians fell. The Sentinels’ chest plates split open, and their mechanical bodies enveloped the fallen warriors.
“What the hell are these things?!”
“Ward! Activate the Divine Wave Annihilation Cannon—now!”
“Asgardians! Fear nothing! For Asgard—kill these bastards!”
Inside the Gates of Asgard, a hundred remaining warriors stood ready, sweat glistening beneath their armor.
Ward, clad in silver battle armor and a steel helmet, received the command and immediately activated the massive energy cannon atop the Gates.
BOOM!
From above the Gate, a brilliant energy beam—like the very Eye of Judgment—condensed and unleashed a devastating blast of destructive power.
Rumble!
The colossal beam tore through the sky, obliterating hundreds of Sentinels in its path. Allens, however, stood directly in the center of the blast zone.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the Psychokinesis Barrier.”
Allens raised his right hand as his visor’s eyes flared with light.
A translucent wall of psychic energy rippled outward, forming an invisible tide that blocked the beam completely.
The massive energy cannon struck the barrier—but it didn’t even tremble.
Instead, the force was absorbed and dissipated into the air, fading like sparks in the wind.
“Ha! I might not have killed their leader, but at least I destroyed hundreds of those damn robots!”
Ward exhaled in relief—but his expression twisted to horror a second later.
Above the sky, the destroyed Sentinels’ remains began to glow. From their severed heads, faint orbs of light appeared as their internal modules reactivated.
“Warning. System integrity failure. Engaging emergency Nanite Regeneration Module… Activation complete. Commencing full-body repair.”
The broken Sentinels’ nanostructures began replicating at insane speed. Their bodies reformed piece by piece until they were whole once again—larger, stronger, and even more menacing than before.
“Damn it… self-repairing machines?!”
The Asgardian warriors standing before the Gates felt their courage falter. Even against Jotunheim’s armies, they had never lost their composure—but surrounded by hundreds of regenerating Sentinels, unease crept into their hearts.
A faint, unmistakable fear.
“Surrender… or be destroyed!”
Loki, the God of Mischief, raised his scepter high and floated above the ground, his tone dripping with arrogance and triumph.
“Hahaha! Loki, have you forgotten your title? The God of Trickery! No Asgardian would ever surrender to you! We are warriors—brave and unyielding!”
Even facing death, one Asgardian warrior mocked him without hesitation.
“Foolish choice.”
Loki snarled in rage, pointing his scepter forward. Instantly, a Sentinel behind him unleashed a wave of psychic energy, blasting the taunting warrior off his feet.
“Loki! Stop this madness! There is only one true King of Asgard—and that’s Thor!”
From the skies, a massive warship burst forth from a spatial jump. Aboard were heavily armed Asgardian soldiers, led by the fierce warrior Lady Sif, her battle armor gleaming under the light.
“You’re surrounded, Loki. Surrender while you still can.”
An Asgardian wielding a massive battle axe smirked coldly. He, like the others, never had any respect for Loki—the self-proclaimed God of Trickery.
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Boom, boom, boom.
Across the Nine Realms—except for Midgard—the resonant, majestic sound of a golden bell echoed from the peak of the World Tree. The deafening chime carried an overwhelming power and grandeur.
In Jotunheim, ever since Thor’s reckless intrusion and subsequent chaos, King Laufey, ruler of the Frost Giants, had torn up his alliance with Asgard. Now, he had been meticulously planning his invasion. When the golden bell’s sound reached his ears, a flash of excitement appeared on his cold, icy face.
“The golden bell of the World Tree has been rung. Asgard... seems to be in trouble. Hahaha! Excellent! Those arrogant Aesir finally meet their reckoning.”
King Laufey knew well what that bell signified.
It was an artifact forged from a branch of the World Tree itself after countless years of tempering—a golden bell.
Once struck, the chime would resonate throughout all Nine Realms.
The artifact was created by Odin, the All-Father of Asgard, and was only rung when Asgard faced grave crisis.
“Joanna, my beloved daughter, gather our army. Prepare for war—we may soon cross into Asgard.”
King Laufey raised his right hand, forming an ice-crystal scepter, and struck it hard against the ground.
Frost magic surged forth, summoning the Frost Giants one after another.
Among them, a woman dressed in an elegant ice-blue gown approached. Her tall, graceful figure radiated both strength and nobility, her face cold as winter.
“Great ruler of Jotunheim, commander of the Frost Giants, conqueror, father—King Laufey. Your daughter Joanna offers her sincerest respect.”
The beautiful woman stepped before Laufey, raised her hands, and bowed gracefully. Her voice was clear and cold, like the song of a winter bird.
This woman was Laufey’s last surviving child. His other children had either fallen in battle or been taken by Odin. Joanna lived only because she was a woman. Though she possessed remarkable talent in Jotunheim’s ice magic, she could not compare to Loki—let alone Thor.
“Father,” Joanna said softly, “we cannot use the Bifrost. Jotunheim is too far from Asgard. Even with our Titan-class starship, it would take far too long to reach them.”
Before approaching her father, Joanna had already guessed his intent, and now she sought to dissuade him.
“There are many dimensional cracks scattered across the realms,” Laufey replied. “Thanks to your brother—one you’ve never met—we Frost Giants know how to use them.”
Laufey’s tone carried satisfaction.
Just as Joanna said, without the Bifrost, the distance between the Nine Realms was immense. Even advanced spacecraft could take years to traverse them.
That was precisely why Asgard, with the Bifrost, could conquer the Nine Realms—while the other realms remained vulnerable.
But Odin’s second son, Loki, was Laufey’s bloodline—and an ambitious one at that. The God of Mischief had long conspired with the Frost Giants, and Laufey was already well aware of Loki’s methods for crossing between realms.
Meanwhile, similar disturbances stirred across other worlds.
In Svartalfheim, the dark realm sealed away by Asgard, Malekith—the ruler of the Dark Elves—opened his eyes as the golden bell tolled.
One by one, the slumbering Dark Elves began to awaken, breaking free of Asgard’s ancient seal. The race that had once nearly plunged the Nine Realms into eternal darkness was rising again.
In Hel, where Hela, Goddess of Death, had been imprisoned, the goddess suddenly opened her eyes.
Her dark gaze gleamed with both coldness and delight as a manic smile spread across her face.
“So… someone else dares to bring Ragnarök to Asgard before me?” she murmured. “Interesting. If I ever get out of here, I’ll have to thank them personally.”
Hela appeared as an ordinary woman of Midgard, but those who truly knew her understood the terrifying divine power she concealed—power so immense that even Odin had feared it.
In Muspelheim, the kingdom of flames, Surtr, the Flame Giant, stood motionless. His expression was unreadable amid the infernal glow.
Surtr had lived longer than almost any being in existence—even before Odin’s father’s time. He had heard the golden bell toll many times before.
He no longer cared for Asgard’s fate; only one thing truly mattered to him—the day he would reclaim the Eternal Flame and fulfill his destiny.
Whether it was Jotunheim, the Dark Elves’ realm, or the Fire Giant’s domain, every corner of the Nine Realms was now stirred by Asgard’s ringing bell, each ruler eyeing the weakened realm with ambition.
Before the grand gates of Asgard itself, Allens arrived, flanked by the Sentry and accompanied by Loki, the God of Mischief.
“Loki, second son of Odin, and the Midgard invader—halt your advance! Otherwise, you will taste the Spear of Judgment!”
Asgard stood tall and resplendent, its gates shining like a crown atop golden spires. The Gates of Asgard were the only entrance to the realm; beyond them lay the heart of Asgard itself.
Behind those gates, hundreds of Asgardian warriors stood ready for battle. Their faces were grim, their weapons and energy cannons aimed skyward at the Sentry.
Though Asgardians disdained reliance on technology, the presence of unknown enemies filled them with unease—especially the deceitful Loki.
The mere mention of the God of Mischief brought memories of chaos and betrayal to their minds.
“I, Loki of Asgard,” declared the Trickster, puffing his chest with arrogance, “am the rightful heir to the throne! Odin, the All-Father, sleeps in the Odinsleep, and as his second son, I shall inherit the crown!”
As Allen’s magical double, Loki’s words carried pride and venom, echoing with unshakable confidence.
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He keenly judged the movements of the opposing players, quickly evading their attempts to steal the ball before passing it to a teammate behind him.
Dortmund’s attack reignited, and the fans erupted into excited cheers.
Although Su Luo’s side was at a numerical disadvantage, he relied on his intelligence and skill to constantly exploit gaps in the opponent’s formation and create chances for his teammates.
Every touch of the ball was filled with strength and precision, and every pass was flawlessly accurate.
He displayed his own unique style as the team’s core and leader, commanding the pitch with calm authority.
The tempo of the game intensified. Su Luo used his speed and agility to weave repeatedly through the opponent’s defensive lines.
Despite the tight defense, he remained composed, patiently searching for an opportunity to break through.
Suddenly, a half-high cross came in from the wing. Without hesitation, Su Luo leapt into the air and headed the ball fiercely toward the goal.
The ball flew like a missile toward the net, and for a moment, the entire stadium fell silent—only the shouts of the fans echoed through the air.
But the opposing goalkeeper reacted brilliantly, diving just in time to parry Su Luo’s powerful header.
A wave of disappointed sighs swept through the stands.
However, Su Luo didn’t let the missed chance get to him. He quickly shook off the disappointment and refocused his gaze on the game.
He knew he had to create another miracle.
In the minutes that followed, Su Luo relied on his superb technique and sharp awareness to continuously orchestrate Dortmund’s attacks.
Sometimes he skillfully dribbled past multiple defenders, and other times he sliced open the opponent’s backline with a precise long pass.
Every time Su Luo touched the ball, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.
Under the leadership of their core player, the Dortmund team grew more united and relentless in their offense.
As the match wore on, the intensity on the field reached its peak. The fans under the famous Yellow Wall roared with passion:
“Come on, Dortmund!”
“Su Luo, you’re the best!”
Their voices filled the air, pouring pure enthusiasm into every second of the match.
Su Luo felt the passion and energy of the fans surge through him, his blood boiling with determination.
He knew he couldn’t let them down. So once again, he threw himself into the fierce battle.
In a fight for midfield control, Su Luo faced stronger opponents head-on, never flinching.
Each collision sent a dull thud echoing through the air, but even in the chaos, Su Luo relied on his sharp instincts and agility to slip past the swarming defenders like a shadow.
He found a gap and passed the ball perfectly to a teammate rushing up in support.
Dortmund’s attack resumed once more, and thanks to Su Luo’s influence, the team’s rhythm began to return.
Robert and Hagen kept sprinting tirelessly, looking for weaknesses in the opponent’s defense.
From the sidelines, the fans shouted with excitement:
“Pass it to Robert!”
“Hagen, make the run!”
Su Luo maintained perfect chemistry with his teammates, constantly giving tactical directions on the field.
Every time the ball was at his feet, the stadium shook with thunderous applause.
The fans were witnessing the rise of a young star — and a team united by passion and grit.
As the game entered its final phase, Dortmund, led by Su Luo, became an unstoppable storm, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks.
Despite their exhaustion and sweat-drenched jerseys, none of them backed down.
In the dying minutes, Su Luo once again charged into the opponent’s penalty area with the ball.
This time, his eyes burned with confidence — there was no hesitation left in him.
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When Robert saw the referee holding up the yellow card, his heart suddenly sank.
“This was a mistake,” Robert muttered to himself in frustration.
Although it was just a yellow card, guilt and helplessness weighed heavily on him. He knew his carelessness had negatively affected the team, and that thought made him deeply uncomfortable.
Su Luo noticed Robert’s dejected expression. He immediately approached, gently patting his teammate on the shoulder.
“Don’t overthink it, Robert,” Su Luo said encouragingly. “Everyone makes mistakes. What matters is how we learn from them and work hard to make up for it.”
Robert lifted his head, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, Su Luo. I know I can’t let this mistake affect the game any longer. I’ll make up for it — in both offense and defense — for the team.”
As the two encouraged each other, Hagen, the captain, walked over. His tone was serious but steady.
“This is a lesson, Robert,” Hagen said firmly. “A true warrior isn’t someone who never makes mistakes — it’s someone who can stand up again after making one.”
Robert nodded, appreciation written all over his face.
The atmosphere on the pitch grew increasingly tense. As the match approached its final moments, the fans held their breath, watching anxiously to see whether Su Luo and his teammates could overcome the disadvantage and triumph through sheer determination.
Hagen stood on the sideline, constantly urging his teammates forward and rallying the fans.
He waved his arms toward the stands, exuding confidence and unshakable resolve.
“We can’t give up! No matter what difficulties or challenges we face, we must keep fighting!” Hagen shouted passionately.
The fans under the famous Yellow Wall erupted with emotion. The sea of black and yellow surged like waves as they cheered with every ounce of strength, their voices carrying power and belief across the stadium.
In the midst of it all, Su Luo stood calmly in the center of the field, his gaze fixed ahead.
Despite facing a numerical disadvantage, there was not a hint of fear or hesitation in his eyes — only unwavering determination.
“We must stay calm and look for their weak spots,” Su Luo commanded in a firm yet composed tone.
He gestured for his teammates to move closer, his movements full of confidence and trust, inspiring courage in everyone around him.
Under Su Luo’s leadership, the team launched a series of beautiful and powerful attacks.
Their disadvantage in numbers didn’t dampen their spirit in the slightest. Instead, their coordination and understanding seemed to grow stronger.
Robert seized a brief opening, breaking through the opponent’s defense and setting up a perfect shooting opportunity for Su Luo.
Time seemed to freeze. Every pair of eyes in the stadium locked onto Su Luo.
As he raised his foot to strike, a brilliant light seemed to flash across the pitch.
In that instant, Su Luo radiated unmatched energy.
He reminded himself silently: Failure isn’t frightening — what matters is having the courage to try again.
This was a moment to test his leadership and resolve.
He clenched his fists, focusing all his strength into his legs. He could feel the fans’ hopeful eyes on him and knew that he carried the team’s fate on his shoulders.
Planting his foot firmly on the turf, Su Luo fixed his gaze on the opponent’s midfield, ready to showcase his sharp intelligence and refined technique.
The whistle blew — the game resumed.
Su Luo charged forward, immediately locking into a fierce duel with the opposing midfielder.
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Overnight, the entire Blood Parrot Gang was wiped out.
The news that Collins Myers, the man behind the organization, had been shot eight times and found dead in his bedroom spread quickly among the wealthy and powerful.
That night, many people couldn’t sleep.
Some secretly sent people to Collins’ mansion and the gang’s hideout, desperate to find the evidence he had hidden.
They all knew that Collins Myers held records that could destroy their reputations.
But none of them knew where the evidence was—and if they acted recklessly, it might trigger an “automatic” leak.
For years, Collins had been their broker—their source for money, influence, and “goods.”
With him gone, the dog’s bones might just turn around and bite the owners.
Panic quietly spread through the elite circles.
Yet, no matter how hard they investigated, no one could find any trace of the mysterious people who had annihilated Collins Myers and the Blood Parrot Gang.
It was as if they had appeared from the sky, killed, and then vanished without a trace.
For three whole days, those involved lived in fear, expecting at any moment that their crimes would be exposed.
But… nothing happened.
Everything was eerily calm.
Then—three days later—the world was shaken by another piece of news.
Captain America is alive.
The legendary Steve Rogers, the hero who was supposed to have died seventy years ago, had reappeared.
As soon as the news broke, it spread like wildfire across America.
When footage of Steve Rogers himself—sitting before a camera, explaining how he had survived—hit the airwaves, the world erupted.
Every news outlet in New York went crazy.
This was, without a doubt, the most explosive story of the year.
Countless reporters flooded the city.
Major media networks that lived on trending stories were not about to miss this one.
Within hours, Captain America—once hailed by the U.S. military as the greatest recruitment symbol in history—was back in the headlines after seventy long years.
Online comments flooded in:
“Oh my God! Captain Rogers is still alive!?”
“I swear on my grandmother’s grave—I visit the Captain America Memorial every year! He looks exactly the same!”
“When I was a kid, I dreamed of fighting alongside the great Captain Rogers. Every American child did!”
“Praise the Lord—He’s given us Captain America back!”
“Look at him! Wearing that same blue uniform, holding that same shield! I can’t stop crying!”
Inside Tony Stark’s villa.
The video of Captain America had surpassed millions of views overnight.
Tony Stark poured a glass of red wine for Linen, smirking.
“Well, your plan worked. Our antique hero is trending again—Captain America is officially back on top!”
Then he poured another glass for Steve Rogers.
“How does it feel, Cap? Being America’s sweetheart all over again?”
Steve took the glass and stayed quiet for a moment before answering.
“I just feel... overwhelmed. It’s too noisy. I’m still not used to this world—and I don’t exactly enjoy being hounded by reporters.”
Matt Murdock—the blind lawyer known secretly as Daredevil—nodded.
“Media exposure can be exhausting. You’ve got your work cut out for you, Captain.”
“It’s worth it,” Steve said, setting down his glass. His tone grew serious.
“As long as we can take down those criminal organizations, expose the people behind them, and save innocent women and children—it’s worth every bit of it.”
Then he turned to Linen.
“Judge, when do we expose those politicians and businessmen listed in Collins Myers’ files?”
Linen glanced at Tony Stark.
“Tony, after the Captain’s return went public, did any of the names on that list start stirring things up?”
Tony leaned back on the couch with a grin.
“You bet they did. After Collins died, some of them started using their connections to fan the flames. They’re trying to drown out their scandals by feeding the frenzy over Captain America’s return.”
He chuckled.
“Honestly, it’s working. The news of a superhero who’s been dead for seventy years coming back to life? That’s front-page material. No one’s looking at their dirty secrets now.”
“They want Cap to be even more famous,” Tony continued. “Which, conveniently, saves me millions in PR costs!”
Linen stood up, smiling faintly.
“Perfect. When the media attention peaks—when all eyes are on Captain Rogers—we’ll drop the bomb.”
“I want those so-called elites to choke on the mess they created. When this breaks, it’ll be the biggest story in America.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. “Where are you heading?”
“I have a few things to take care of,” Linen replied simply, nodding to the others before leaving.
Matt Murdock stood up as well, grabbing his cane.
“I’ve got to sort through these files anyway. Natasha Romanoff and the Punisher are already on their way to Eastern Europe—I can’t sit this one out.”
He grinned.
“I can’t wait to see the faces of those corrupt big shots when Captain America—whom they’ve been promoting so hard—shows the world the proof of their crimes.”
Then Matt turned and walked out.
Now only Tony Stark and Steve Rogers remained in the villa’s quiet living room.
Tony poured himself another drink.
“Linen’s on a four-week break, but he’s rushing off again. Guy never sits still.”
He looked at Steve.
“Stay here for now. Do a few interviews, keep the momentum going. Don’t worry—once the firestorm dies down, I’ll handle the media and give you some breathing room.”
Then Tony chuckled.
“I finally get why Linen always wears a mask when he shows up as the Judge. Getting mobbed by reporters? Terrifying.”
Steve smiled slightly. “Thanks, Tony.”
“Tsk.” Tony snorted proudly. “I’m only doing this for my late father. I promised him I’d look after his old war buddies.”
Steve shook his head, smiling. “You really are just like Howard—arrogant as ever.”
But after spending a few days with Tony, Steve realized—beneath all the sarcasm—Tony Stark wasn’t nearly as unbearable as he acted.
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At the same time, inside a luxurious villa in Queens.
“F**k! Who the hell are you?”
Collins Myers stared warily at the man and woman who had suddenly burst into his bedroom, quietly slipping his hand under the pillow.
Bang!
“Ahhh!”
Before Collins could even pull out the pistol hidden beneath the pillow, Natasha Romanoff fired a single shot, shattering his arm.
As Collins screamed in agony, clutching his bleeding limb, Natasha walked up to him, shoved the cold barrel of her gun into his mouth, and said coldly, “Shut up if you don’t want to die.”
“Now, I’ll ask questions—you’ll answer them. Say one wrong word, and I’ll blow your head off. Understand?”
Sweating and pale from the pain, Collins nodded repeatedly.
Natasha pulled the gun from his mouth and asked calmly, “Are you the investor behind the Blood Parrot Gang?”
The mention of the gang made Collins’ pupils shrink. He tried to deny it, but the deadly calm in Natasha’s eyes made him surrender immediately.
“Yes, ma’am! I don’t know how the Blood Parrot Gang offended you, but I can—”
“Shut up,” Natasha interrupted sharply. “The Blood Parrot Gang kidnapped someone they shouldn’t have. If you want to live, tell me where you sent Miss Natalie Celine.”
Realizing they were looking for someone, Collins felt a faint sense of relief.
So that’s it. The idiots from the Blood Parrot Gang offended the wrong person, and now she’s here for revenge.
God help them... anyone who can send a woman like this to handle business personally isn’t someone to mess with.
Maybe if I cooperate, I can live through this. After all, even in America, no matter how powerful someone is, they still have to give some face to the big guys in Congress... right?
Thinking that, Collins quickly said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’ll call the Blood Parrot Gang right now and tell them to release—”
“The Blood Parrot Gang is gone.”
Before he could finish, Natasha cut him off coldly. “We didn’t find Miss Natalie in their hideout or basement.”
Her tone grew sharper. “Now tell me—what route do you use to traffic women and children to Eastern Europe? You’d better pray Miss Natalie hasn’t arrived there yet... or you know the consequences.”
When he heard that the entire Blood Parrot Gang had been wiped out, Collins froze in shock.
Oh my God… this woman’s backing is even scarier than I thought!
The Blood Parrot Gang—slaughtered overnight, and I didn’t hear a word about it?
Cursing the gang’s stupidity, Collins stammered, “A group was shipped out two days ago... by cargo vessel. The transfer station is Hanali Island.”
Natasha immediately took out her phone. “Hill, you heard that. Hanali Island is yours to handle.”
After hanging up, she turned back to Collins. “You should have evidence—documents, recordings, backup files on the powerful people and officials you’ve worked with. Don’t tell me you didn’t prepare anything to protect yourself.”
“G-Gulp…” Collins swallowed hard. “Ma’am, I suggest you stay out of this. Those people... they’re far beyond your—”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets tore into his limbs before he could finish.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Screaming, Collins rolled off the bed in agony. Natasha pressed the muzzle to his forehead.
“I’ll ask one last time—where’s the evidence?”
“Tell the truth, or you’ll beg for death once my partner gets here.”
“Second floor!” he shouted in terror. “There’s a hidden compartment above the bathroom ceiling! The evidence is inside!”
Steve Rogers immediately rushed upstairs. Moments later, he came back holding several waterproof bags—stuffed with ledgers, USB drives, and secret recordings.
Natasha glanced through the evidence, then raised her gun again.
“Don’t—don’t kill me! I’m still useful—”
Bang!
A single bullet ended Collins Myers’ life. Blood splattered across the sheets.
Natasha handed the files to Steve. “Let’s go. This isn’t over yet.”
Steve frowned. “Why not keep him alive? He’s still a witness. And besides, you said we were just looking for Natalie…”
“It’s useless,” Natasha replied firmly. “Even with this evidence, those big shots would be released within three days—bailed out under one excuse or another.”
She looked him straight in the eye. “That’s why Linen wants you in the public eye—to let the world know you’re still alive. Sometimes, when the law fails, public opinion becomes a weapon.”
Steve took a deep breath. “I hope so. I never thought that seventy years later, the world would still be the same.”
Natasha gave a faint smile. “Has it ever really changed?”
Patting his arm, she turned to leave. “Oh, and one more thing—don’t call him Lin En in front of Linen.”
“He doesn’t have a spoiler system. He doesn’t know we already figured out he’s the Judge.”
“And if you want to blend into this world faster, maybe you should get yourself a girlfriend.” She smirked. “Want me to introduce you to someone? I know plenty of nice girls at S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Later that night
“What? The Blood Parrot Gang was wiped out?”
Deputy Director Alex Boris sat frozen in his chair, listening to his subordinate’s report.
“Sir, we received a call about a gunfight. When we arrived, the entire Blood Parrot Gang was already dead.”
“Check every nearby camera,” Alex snapped. “Ask around the neighborhood—see if anyone saw who did it!”
“Sir, all the surveillance cameras were destroyed. No footage survived.”
“Damn it!” Alex slammed his fist on the desk. “I don’t care how—just find out who did this!”
After hanging up, a wave of unease washed over him.
As the man who had protected and profited from the Blood Parrot Gang for years, Alex didn’t care about their deaths.
He only cared about one thing—whether this would come back to bite him.
With trembling fingers, he picked up his phone and dialed a private number.
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Pain’s Six Paths received the message from Zetsu and immediately gave chase.
After discovering Kurotsuchi’s whereabouts, the Asura Path was tasked with pursuing her—
but in doing so, it exposed their location.
Within a short time, Naruto broke through the barrier and escaped using the Flying Thunder God Technique.
At first, Nagato assumed Naruto would flee just like last time,
so he only pursued half-heartedly.
After all, the Flying Thunder God Technique ignored physical barriers,
and with Naruto’s immense chakra reserves—
as long as he didn’t court death himself, almost no one could kill him.
But this time… things were different.
Instead of running away with the two girls beside him, Naruto turned around and attacked.
That amused Nagato.
So he’s delivering himself to me?
But—
Nagato soon felt something was off.
Through the shared vision of the Rinnegan, he saw a gust of wind tearing through the air ahead.
The distance was short, and he could see clearly—
that wasn’t mere air flow or ninjutsu.
It was someone moving faster than the average Body Flicker Technique!
The figure glowed with golden light, hair bristling upward,
surrounded by surging blue Lightning Style chakra.
What… is this?!
Nagato had never seen such a form before.
Naruto flew rapidly from a distance and saw the Six Paths of Pain clustered below.
“Yo, ho?” He smirked. “All together, huh?”
Naruto formed a quick seal.
“Shadow Clone Jutsu!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of golden-shadowed clones appeared in the sky—at least thirty of them.
Nagato, who was secretly controlling the Six Paths, remained calm.
Thirty clones? That’s a lot… but shadow clones don’t mean much in high-level combat.
However, the next second left him stunned.
All the clones raised one hand toward the sky, gathering dazzling chakra orbs.
Each one formed a massive Rasengan, as large as a two-story house—
and together, they came crashing down from the sky!
The Six Paths of Pain immediately sensed danger and tried to scatter.
But the attack was too dense, too powerful, and far too fast.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Rasengan barrage exploded like a meteor shower,
shockwaves rolling outward as light devoured the Gobi Desert.
When the dust cleared, only Deva Path (Tendō) and Preta Path (Gakidō) remained—
the rest were completely obliterated.
Preta Path lowered his hands and looked around in disbelief.
Except for Deva Path, all his allies were offline.
Before he could react, a streak of golden light plunged down from above.
BOOM!
Preta Path was smashed into the ground, the earth collapsing in a ten-meter radius.
Preta Path—offline.
Naruto withdrew his fist from the crater, lifted his head,
and locked his golden eyes on Deva Path floating in the sky.
Deva Path raised a hand toward Naruto.
“Universal—”
He didn’t even finish the technique’s name.
Naruto’s figure vanished in a flash.
Deva Path hovered midair, scanning around—
until a glimmer of gold appeared at the edge of his vision.
Without hesitation, he switched jutsu: “Shinra Tensei!”
Bang!
Naruto was blasted backward by the repulsive force.
He crossed his arms to brace himself, sliding dozens of meters before halting.
Under the pressure, his muscles tensed painfully—
but thanks to his Uzumaki and Senju bloodlines,
the sting quickly faded.
Deva Path demanded, “What kind of power is this?”
This was Nagato’s first time experiencing defeat after creating the Six Paths of Pain—
and it was a crushing one.
The Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki was far stronger than he had ever anticipated.
Naruto didn’t bother replying.
He knew Deva Path was only trying to buy time—
there was always a cooldown period between Shinra Tensei uses.
Without wasting another second, Naruto raised his hand and hurled a Flying Thunder God Kunai.
His speed was immense,
but the kunai he threw was even faster.
It zipped in front of Deva Path, who instinctively raised his hand to block it.
But there was a flash of gold—
and a Rasengan slammed straight into Deva Path’s face.
Boom!
One of the Rinnegan eyes shattered instantly.
The black receiver rods conducting chakra snapped loose and fell away.
Naruto followed through, driving a lightning-boosted kick into Deva Path’s chest.
With Lightning Style Armor and the Super Light-Weight Rock Technique,
his speed was terrifying—
and speed converted directly into power.
Deva Path’s body shot downward like a meteor,
slamming into the earth with explosive force.
Naruto didn’t let up.
He formed a massive Rasenshuriken and hurled it down.
A few seconds later—
BOOM!
The Rasenshuriken detonated,
and Deva Path went offline.
Naruto knew these were merely corpses,
so he activated Kagura’s Mind Eye, extending his sensory perception outward.
His range far exceeded Nagato’s remote control distance for the Six Paths.
But strangely—
he couldn’t sense any trace of Rinnegan chakra.
What’s going on?
Could it be that Nagato’s control distance was greater than even his Kagura’s range?
Naruto didn’t want to believe it, and pushed his senses further—
but still, nothing.
Meanwhile—
In a cave near the border of the Land of Earth,
Nagato’s eyes widened as the backlash of Pain’s defeat surged through his body.
“This… this is impossible!”
Nagato coughed up blood, his face pale and drawn.
Konan rushed to his side. “Nagato! Are you alright?”
She wanted to help, but the chakra rods embedded in his body prevented her from getting close.
Nagato’s face twisted in pain, veins bulging as he grit his teeth.
He muttered weakly, “Yahiko… he’s gone.”
Konan fell silent.
After a moment, Nagato said hoarsely,
“Konan, keep the barrier active. Otherwise, I’m afraid he’ll come here next.”
Konan’s heart sank.
“Alright… but please, Nagato, don’t push yourself. I don’t want to lose you too…”
But Nagato seemed deaf to her words.
He whispered almost deliriously,
“The Six Paths of Pain were destroyed instantly… how do we face such a monster?”
“Maybe… maybe I can merge the full power of the Rinnegan into one body.”
High above the desert, Naruto hovered quietly in the air.
He murmured, “Can’t locate him yet, huh?”
“It must be some kind of barrier protection.”
He exhaled lightly. “Never mind. I already know the Akatsuki’s location and information.
I’ll visit them when the time’s right.”
Kurama’s deep voice rumbled in his mind.
“Naruto… your strength keeps growing. Even I can’t fully grasp it anymore.”
Naruto just smiled modestly. “You’re exaggerating.”
In truth, his power increase was inevitable.
With the system’s support, the combined Uzumaki and Senju bloodlines,
and Kurama’s chakra,
Naruto’s strength had already far surpassed the early Super Kage level.
If even the Six Paths of Pain—the very benchmark of super shadow-level power—
couldn’t withstand him quickly,
then that would’ve been the real failure.
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Seeing Asura Path, Naruto realized that the timeline had now entered the events of the original story.
The Akatsuki had begun to move.
If he wanted any peace in his life, he had to deal with the Akatsuki first.
And while he was at it, he might as well find a way to kill that brat, Obito.
The current Naruto was no longer the kind and forgiving boy from the original story.
Naruto’s revenge philosophy: “Every cause has its consequence. I will be your retribution.”
Others’ revenge on Naruto: “When is the time for vengeance? Lay down your blade and seek peace.”
Otherwise… “I’ll help you put down that blade myself.”
Asura Path’s artillery fire turned the area into chaos.
When Naruto saw that his cabin was also affected, his gaze turned cold.
Kurotsuchi, who was still in Naruto’s arms, wanted to resist.
Yet, being held by him gave her an indescribable sense of security.
But she knew Naruto was a shameless pervert.
That contradiction made her emotions twist into a tangled mess.
When she saw the cold expression on his face, Kurotsuchi was so frightened she didn’t dare make a sound.
The Rinnegan of Asura Path locked directly onto Naruto.
Naruto calmly said to him, “Wait for me.”
The next second, both Naruto and Kurotsuchi vanished.
Karin was looking for a place to hide when Naruto suddenly grabbed her.
At that moment, a massive Hellhound lunged toward them.
Naruto ignored it and instead opened his Kagura’s Mind Eye, linking to one of his Flying Thunder God marks located dozens of miles away.
But—
It failed!
Naruto frowned and caught sight of a glowing barrier in the distance.
A barrier?
He didn’t know what kind of barrier it was, but it was blocking the signal of his Flying Thunder God mark from outside.
That meant teleportation was impossible.
The Hellhound lunged again.
Naruto was still activating the Flying Thunder God Technique and had no time to defend.
The beast’s bloody jaws were about to bite down on them.
Fortunately, Kurotsuchi had broken free from Naruto’s embrace just in time.
Her fist was coated in stone, and she used her weight to throw an uppercut at the Hellhound.
Boom!
The Cerberus staggered back several steps, letting out a furious roar.
Naruto looked at Kurotsuchi in surprise. “Didn’t expect you to be that strong.”
“Hmph.” Kurotsuchi shook her numb arm and snorted, refusing to respond.
She looked every bit the cool older sister type.
The repelled Cerberus charged again.
Naruto didn’t use any devastating ninjutsu yet—he knew this beast would multiply if struck fatally.
Forming a one-handed seal, he activated Wood Style.
Thick roots and branches erupted from the ground, wrapping around the Cerberus and trapping it completely.
Naruto then grabbed both Kurotsuchi and Karin and leapt into the air.
Kurotsuchi’s pupils shrank slightly, and she demanded, “You! Where did you learn that jutsu?!”
Naruto didn’t bother replying. He turned to Karin instead. “Hold on to me.”
Karin understood instantly and wrapped her arms tightly around him.
Naruto raised one free hand, forming a massive Rasenshuriken, and hurled it toward the barrier’s edge.
Boom!
The Rasenshuriken exploded, shaking the barrier until it shattered like glass.
Below them, several of Pain’s bodies began attacking.
Naruto ignored them. Now that the barrier was gone, he teleported several dozen miles away with the Flying Thunder God Technique.
He glanced around at the calm Gobi Desert and said to Kurotsuchi, “Take Karin and run. Don’t look back.”
“What? Huh?” Kurotsuchi clenched her fists and snapped, “Don’t talk nonsense! Why should I help you?”
Naruto thought for a second, then said slowly, “Because I just saved your life.”
Kurotsuchi’s lips tightened, her silver teeth grinding together.
Meeting Naruto had truly been the worst misfortune of her life.
If not for him, she wouldn’t have been here.
If not for him, she wouldn’t have been discovered by Asura Path.
And now he dared to act all self-righteous? Shameless!
She was furious but didn’t want to make an enemy out of him for her village’s sake. So she just blushed and glared fiercely at him.
“Fine. I’ll thank you later,” Naruto said, raising a hand to pat her hair out of habit.
It was his usual trick for calming girls down.
But he seemed to forget—he had no such relationship with Kurotsuchi.
And the only reason he did it out of habit was because… ever since Karin had turned into black soil—Ahem.
Kurotsuchi’s delicate body trembled. She slapped his hand away. “Don’t push your luck! We have nothing to do with each other!”
Naruto’s Kagura’s Mind Eye sensed Pain’s Six Paths approaching fast. Time was running out.
His expression hardened.
Kurotsuchi was startled and quickly said, “Fine, fine! I’ll take her and run! You go… sacrifice yourself.”
Naruto: “…”
Karin shouted angrily, “What did you just say? Naruto-kun would never sacrifice himself!”
Kurotsuchi glanced at Karin and sneered, “Shameless woman.”
“What did you say?!” Karin snapped back, furious. She threw the little Nine-Tails plush aside in anger.
Nine-Tails: “???”
Luckily, Kurotsuchi still knew her priorities.
Now wasn’t the time to argue.
She grabbed Karin’s hand, bent down to scoop up the small Nine-Tails by its ears, and started running.
Nine-Tails: “???”
As Naruto watched them leave, Karin’s voice echoed in his ears:
“Naruto-kun! Please be careful!”
Naruto smiled slightly and turned toward the Six Paths of Pain closing in.
Now that they were gone, he could finally fight seriously.
“Kurama, you know how strong this enemy is. Lend me your chakra,” Naruto said.
But—
There was no response.
Oh, right.
When Naruto and Karin were having their “moment,” he had shut off Kurama’s perception of the outside world.
After reopening the seal, Kurama’s grumpy voice immediately came through:
“Why are you such a brat that you’d even get jealous of a fox?! I’m not interested in humans—or any species! I’m a tailed beast; I don’t even have a gender!”
Naruto’s eyes lit up. “Wait… Kurama? You don’t have a gender? So you could be male or female?”
Inside the sealed space, Kurama’s fur bristled.
“Uzumaki Naruto, what are you thinking???”
Naruto coughed awkwardly and changed the subject. “Never mind that—just give me chakra.”
Kurama snorted. “Of course. Think of it as paying rent. But that guy outside is insanely strong. Why would you provoke someone like that?”
Naruto felt the immense Tailed Beast Chakra flooding through his body and shook his head.
“Some things are just beyond our control.”
“Alright… let’s get this started!”
“Tailed Beast Chakra Mode!”
“Lightning Style Armor!”
“Super Light-Weight Rock Technique!”
…Wait, what kind of crazy buff stack is this?!
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In Asgard, the grand realm of the gods, countless warriors moved in perfect order. Though Asgard’s energy technology was already far advanced, its warriors—who revered courage above all—remained indifferent toward such technological weapons.
Even the All-Father, Odin, paid little attention to the kingdom’s technological progress. After all, the Aesir warriors were so powerful that they could easily destroy several enemy ships single-handedly.
As a result, Asgard’s society became divided. While its fighters were immensely strong, their lifestyle lagged behind their technology. Despite possessing small spacecraft, Asgardian warriors still preferred to walk everywhere on foot. Surrounded by incredible energy-based technology, they turned a blind eye to it.
It was precisely because of this that, in the future, Hela would be able to conquer all of Asgard with nothing more than her undead army.
At this moment, deep within Asgard, in the palace of Queen Frigga, the queen looked sorrowfully at Odin—who lay in a deep sleep within a crystal coffin. Her eyes flickered with worry.
"Odin," she whispered, "since the moment you fell asleep, my heart has been uneasy. I fear Asgard may soon face a great crisis."
Frigga sighed softly. Her only wish now was to protect her husband—the King of the Gods and ruler of the Nine Realms. As long as Odin remained in Asgard, she believed destruction could still be averted.
Boom. Boom.
Just as the golden realm basked in eternal peace, a deafening explosion thundered from the direction of the Bifrost. The shockwave made every Asgardian warrior freeze in alarm and confusion.
Dozens of warriors nearest to the Bifrost immediately rushed toward the disturbance. As they ran, divine armor materialized around their bodies. Spears and shields formed in their hands, gleaming with divine light.
“F***! What are those things? Intruders?!”
The squad moved swiftly, crossing the gates of Asgard within moments and arriving at the Bifrost Bridge—only to see hundreds of Sentinels hovering ominously in the sky.
“Quick! Nur, sound the Golden Bell!”
An Asgardian warrior wielding a long sword barked the order to the armored soldier behind him.
“Yes, Brother Gray!”
The warrior called Nur nodded solemnly. Raising his right hand, he removed his gauntlet with his left—revealing a gleaming mechanical arm beneath.
Nur tapped a few commands on the arm’s surface, and a bright energy ring flared beneath his feet. In an instant, he vanished into the light.
“Invaders! Die!”
As Nur disappeared, Gray raised his sword high and roared. The dozen warriors behind him followed his lead, charging fearlessly toward the Sentinels above.
“Warriors of Asgard?”
Floating above the Bifrost, Allens looked down at the charging warriors, a sneer tugging at his lips. Slowly raising his right hand, he extended one finger. Instantly, the eyes of the Sentinels behind him glowed red.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Responding to Allens’ command, the Sentinels fired volleys of high-temperature ion pulse waves from their single, glowing eyes.
“Penetration module activated. System online.”
A stream of data flickered across a Sentinel’s optics as it lunged forward—straight at Gray, the leading warrior.
Slice.
With a soft tearing sound, the Sentinel phased cleanly through Gray’s body. When it emerged on the other side, it was holding a bright red, still-beating heart in its metallic hand.
The Penetration Module—one of the Sentinel’s built-in superpower systems—allowed it to phase through matter. The instant it activated, the battle was already over.
Gray barely had time to react before the Sentinel emerged, clutching his heart.
Bang.
Though Gray wasn’t as powerful as the renowned Three Warriors, he was still a formidable Asgardian. Yet he was slain effortlessly. After killing him, the Sentinel’s body split open at the head, releasing a surge of golden energy that wrapped around Gray’s corpse.
Boom.
A wave of divine power erupted from the Sentinel. A golden armor formed over its body, and a sword identical to Gray’s appeared in its right hand.
“Devouring Asgardian warrior... Devour module activated. Evolution complete. Sentinel upgraded to Divine Sentinel.”
The robotic voice echoed through Allens’ comms. Watching the glowing data lines run across its armor, Allens smiled with satisfaction.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Following the evolution of the Divine Sentinel, the remaining dozen Sentinels launched their assault, activating their penetration modules. Like the first, they effortlessly slaughtered the charging Asgardian warriors and transformed into Divine Sentinels as well.
“Damn it! What are these things? Weapons from the Dark Elves?!”
The surviving warriors’ expressions changed drastically. The deaths of their comrades only fueled their rage. None of them considered retreat.
“Microwave heating mode—activated.”
The Divine Sentinels raised their arms. Terrifying waves of heat radiated outward, distorting the very air. Opening their palms, they unleashed beams of scorching microwave energy.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The Asgardian warriors were hurled backward. Their bodies convulsed violently as the heat engulfed them, their flesh burning as if they had been cast into a furnace. Even the divine bodies of the Aesir could not withstand such intense temperature.
Thud. Thud.
Over thirty warriors fell to the ground, rolling like scorched husks. Their bodies were charred black, their lives extinguished.
Chhk... chhk...
As the fallen warriors lay lifeless, more than thirty Sentinels flew forward and absorbed them. The Devour Modules whirred to life, converting each one into a new Divine Sentinel.
“Allens raised his gaze to the skies.”
“Asgard’s female warrior Sif… how calm she is,” he murmured.
Through the transparent energy shield of the hovering spacecraft, Allens could clearly see the livid expressions of Lady Sif and Heimdall. Sif’s fury was palpable—blue veins stood out on her forehead—but she restrained herself with visible effort.
“Heimdall, we need to leave. We’re in serious trouble,” Sif said coldly. “We must find the Three Warriors of Asgard. Only they can help us now.”
Though her voice trembled with anger, she knew better than to act recklessly. Inside her ship lay Asgard’s final hope—Thor.
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