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Chapter 165 Sentry Arrives

"Ahem, my brother, I am the heir to the throne of Asgard."

On the Bifrost Bridge, Thor awoke from his coma to overhear the conversation between the evil god Loki and Heimdall. Upon learning that his father Odin had fallen into a deep sleep, Thor’s heart sank. Struggling with grief, he forced himself to stand.

"My dear brother, Thor Odinson, you’ve lost the power of Thor. You are now nothing more than a mortal—so get out of here."

Looking at the unsteady Thor, Loki’s face turned cold. He strode up to him, eyes full of mockery, and kicked him hard.

Thor was sent crashing into the Bifrost. Loki’s kick was infused with a terrifying strength—far beyond what Thor, now mortal, could endure. Loki was wielding part of Allens’ tenfold magical essence.

"Dammit, Loki! What are you doing?"

Heimdall’s expression hardened. He quickly rushed to Thor’s side, helping him up. Holding the Eternal Spear in his left hand, he glared at Loki angrily.

"Heimdall," Loki sneered, "can a mere mortal inherit the throne of the God-King?"

Loki’s words left Heimdall speechless. Yet, as Thor’s friend and loyal protector, he refused to hand him over.

"Enough, Loki. Even if Thor is mortal, he remains Odin’s chosen successor. If you wish to claim the throne, then challenge those who still stand by Thor’s side."

Heimdall’s cold smile didn’t waver. He knew Loki—the Trickster God—relied on deceit and schemes, and that such tactics held no honor among the proud warriors of Asgard. Loki had always been a target of their ridicule.

Behind Heimdall, within the Bifrost control center, the nano-devices secretly placed by Allens began to self-replicate. Swarms of nano-metal particles embedded themselves into the system’s core.

"Challenge? No…" Loki’s eyes gleamed with madness. "I intend to rule Asgard completely."

Divine energy surged violently from his body. A scepter formed in his right hand, and an ethereal armor of dark power materialized upon him. Loki slammed the scepter into the bridge.

Boom!

The Bifrost erupted in dazzling, seven-colored light that shot through the Nine Realms. Heimdall watched in shock as hundreds of towering Sentinels—each even stronger than the Destroyer—appeared out of the radiant beam.

In front of them floated Allens, clad in a gleaming, golden-red steel battle suit. The diamond-shaped Arc Reactor on his chest pulsed with terrifying energy.

It was the God Eater Armor, the ultimate Iron Man suit created by Allens himself—his pinnacle masterpiece.

Combining all the features of Tony Stark’s bleeding-edge armor and enhanced with Allen’s knowledge from another timeline, it incorporated countless superpower modules. It represented the very peak of human ingenuity—rivaling even the divine power of Asgard. That’s why Allens had named it God Eater.

"F***, Loki! You’ve brought in outside forces? Trying to seize Asgard by force? You’ll be disappointed. Asgard has the finest warriors and power in the entire universe!"

"Ha! A bunch of tin soldiers—this is Asgard, the realm of gods!" Heimdall’s eyes flashed white as divine power surged through his body. He raised his right hand, and the Bifrost Sword flew into his grasp.

He didn’t wield Odin’s Eternal Spear, for he couldn’t yet gauge the enemy’s true nature. The Guardian Sword suited him far better.

Boom!

A terrifying divine aura burst from Heimdall’s body as he swung the Bifrost Sword, slicing clean through one of the Sentinels’ heads.

Crash!

The massive head hit the bridge, shaking it violently. Heimdall glared coldly at Allens, his sword at the ready.

But then—shockingly—the fallen Sentinel’s head disintegrated into a storm of nanoparticles. Like quicksand, they reassembled, reforming the head seamlessly onto its body.

"Nano-module repair complete. Initiating hunting mode."

The Sentinel’s single central eye glowed crimson as scarlet energy lines spread across its frame.

Boom!

A massive laser erupted from its eye. Heimdall met it head-on, swinging his sword with all his might. The slash split the laser beam in two, though the shockwave hurled him back dozens of meters.

As he steadied himself, the Sentinel raised its right arm—unleashing a wave of powerful psychokinesis.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Heimdall blocked with both hands, summoning an energy shield through his sword. The psychic blast collided with the shield, rippling its surface before cracks spread and both energies dispersed.

But the attack didn’t stop there. Three micro-missiles deployed from the Sentinel’s arm and sped toward Heimdall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Before they could strike, a laser beam from afar destroyed them midair. A sleek, shuttle-shaped Asgardian spacecraft appeared, shimmering with a protective energy shield.

"Heimdall, what’s happening? And what about Thor?"

The pilot was Lady Sif. She guided the ship above Thor and activated the gravitational field, lifting him safely aboard.

"Sif… we’re in serious trouble," Heimdall said with a bitter smile. He glanced at Loki but said no more. As an Asgardian guardian, he could not take sides in the war for Odin’s throne.
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Chapter 1070 As Fast As Lightning

However, Ronaldo did not notice the subtle change in Fabregas’s expression.

He continued excitedly, “If I ever get the chance to play alongside Su Luo — to feel his sharp vision and unmatched talent on the pitch — it would be an honor!”

Fabregas tried to calm himself and smiled politely. “Yes, Su Luo truly is an incredible player. The skill and determination he’s shown on the field are unmatched.”

On the pitch, Su Luo stood catching his breath, feeling the pulse of the game in his chest.

He looked up at the fans in the stands, and a surge of warmth filled his heart.

Countless voices merged into one — a roaring symphony of encouragement.

“Su Luo! Su Luo!” the fans shouted his name with excitement.

They waved colorful flags and glow sticks, turning the entire stadium into a sea of dazzling light and passion.

The atmosphere made Su Luo feel exhilarated both physically and mentally.

He knew he was not alone — there were countless people silently supporting him from the stands.

Their cheers filled him with endless strength and motivation.

Su Luo glanced back at his teammates, Robert and Hagen, and noticed that they too were inspired by the passionate energy of the crowd.

A smile appeared on Su Luo’s face. This was a moment to remember.

He continued to display his unmatched skill and power on the green pitch, capturing the attention of many children watching.

Each of his brilliant plays sparked imitation and discussion among them.

Several kids gathered in front of a big screen, imitating Su Luo’s every move with admiration.

They chatted excitedly about the highlights of his performance, even debating the details of the match.

“Look! That moment when Su Luo made the pass last night — it was so cool!” a boy said, eyes shining.

A little girl replied eagerly, “Yeah! And then he broke through two defenders, as fast as lightning!”

“I really wish I could be as amazing as Su Luo someday,” a thin boy muttered, lowering his head, his voice filled with envy.

Su Luo knelt down patiently, looking the boy in the eyes, and said gently, “Do you really think I was that good when I was your age? I started from the basics too. As long as you work hard and never give up, nothing is impossible.”

The little boy raised his head, a new spark of determination lighting up in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the children continued their lively discussion.

“I think Su Luo shows his leadership in every match. He always steps up at crucial moments and leads the team to victory!” said a girl wearing a Borussia Dortmund jersey.

“That’s right! Watching him score that final goal from a free kick was so exciting!” an older boy exclaimed, clenching his fists.

Although the game wasn’t over yet, the tension in the stadium was already at its peak.

The fans cheered passionately, shouting for every Dortmund attack.

In this fierce battle, Su Luo once again displayed his unrivaled skill and leadership.

He directed his teammates on the field, worked seamlessly with them, and never backed down against the opposition.

However, during a close challenge, Robert accidentally committed a foul.

The referee immediately blew his whistle and pointed to the midfield, signaling for Robert to approach and receive a yellow card warning.
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Chapter 1,069 This Scene Will Be Recorded In The History Of Football!

They shared the joy and glory of victory together.

As cheers and applause echoed throughout the stadium, a grand image unfolded in the air.

The entire arena felt alive — as if every supporter had poured their emotions into the flight path of the football.

Emily looked up, watching the passionate fans waving flags high into the night sky, chasing the image of the winning goal.

They waved their banners proudly — for Su Luo, for Dortmund — shouting with all their hearts. The echoes of Su Luo’s triumphant cheers still rang in her ears. Smiling to herself, Emily decided to go home and watch the replay of the match.

She sat alone on the sofa, eyes fixed on the television screen where Su Luo’s dazzling figure replayed again and again.

At that moment, the Golden Storm Sports Channel was broadcasting highlights of the game.

“Dear viewers, I can’t believe what I’m seeing!” shouted commentator Carl Weber, his voice trembling with excitement. “Su Luo has just delivered a stunning performance in the dying moments of the match! He dribbled past three defenders — as if guided by magic!”

The replay showed the breathtaking moment when Su Luo slipped behind the opponent’s defensive line and scored that decisive goal.

The fans in the stadium had screamed as if the entire world had frozen for that instant.

Carl Weber continued passionately, “This Golden Storm Stadium is filled with Su Luo’s brilliance and glory! With his determination and skill, he has proven to the world that he’s an unstoppable force on the field!”

Hearing those words of praise later, Su Luo sat quietly in the locker room. His muscles were still tight, adrenaline still running through his veins.

He paced restlessly across the floor, but his thoughts were caught on Carl Weber’s words.

“This scene will go down in football history!” the commentator continued. “Su Luo has displayed extraordinary talent and unmatched technique!”

Su Luo put his phone aside and sank into thought, replaying the commentator’s voice in his head.

He felt as if he had just painted a masterpiece — a perfect performance that tore across the field like a lightning storm.

A proud smile crept onto his face. He had every reason to be proud.

Meanwhile, Su Luo’s incredible performance on Golden Storm Sports Channel had sparked a massive response across the country. Other shows quickly featured him as the star of the night.

On the screen, vibrant replays showed ecstatic fans waving flags and chanting his name — “Su Luo! Dortmund!”

The roar of the crowd felt like an invisible hand, wrapping tightly around Su Luo’s heart and the hearts of everyone watching, weaving them together in a shared moment of triumph.

Emily jumped up from the sofa, tossing aside the remote in excitement. She couldn’t wait to call Su Luo and tell him about the commentator’s praise.

At the same time, in a small bar in Seville, Ronaldo and Cesc Fàbregas sat in a corner, watching the replay of the match on TV.

Just then, the scene of Su Luo’s goal appeared on the screen again.

“Oh my god! Su Luo is incredible!” Fàbregas exclaimed in awe.

“Yes! He’s a true genius!” Ronaldo said with a wide grin. “His speed, technique, and agility are unbelievable. Honestly, I’d love to play alongside him someday!”

Fàbregas frowned slightly at Ronaldo’s comparison.

Although he acknowledged Su Luo’s strength, as a professional player, he couldn’t help feeling a hint of envy at being surpassed by another.
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Chapter 42

"Tony, I don’t understand why we’re buying newspapers and investing in TV networks!"

Pepper handed a cup of coffee to Tony Stark, her expression full of confusion.
"The main business of Stark Industries is developing new energy. Sure, media can promote the company’s image, but even then — do we really need to buy three newspapers and invest in TV?"

Tony took the cup from her and set it down, interrupting her mid-sentence.
"Because I want to be a good person, Pepper."

Pepper blinked, momentarily stunned.

Tony leaned back, his tone unusually calm and reflective.
"Ever since I came back from that cave in the Middle East, I’ve been asking myself why God took Yinsen’s life and let me live. When I was dying from palladium poisoning, I thought my time was up — so I got lazy, detached… I even gave away my so-called ‘legacy.’"

He looked up, his eyes more serious than usual.
"But maybe God didn’t let me die because my mission wasn’t over. Maybe He wanted me to find a cure, to figure out what I was really meant to do."

Tony stood, walked over, and gently took Pepper’s hand.
"Ethan was right, Pepper. Before he died, he pointed to the arc reactor in my chest and told me to be a good man. But tell me… was flying halfway across the world in a metal suit to destroy the weapons Obadiah Stane sold under the table really enough to make me a good man?"

He shook his head.
"No. That’s not enough. Not even close."

Placing Pepper’s hand over his heart, Tony said softly but firmly,
"I’m not acting on impulse this time. I finally understand the meaning of my life — why I was spared in that cave."

Pepper looked at him tenderly, her eyes softening. She placed his hand on her cheek and smiled.
"Tony… whatever it is you want to do, I just want you to know — I’m always on your side."

"Of course you are," Tony said with a grin, gently kissing the back of her hand. "So, the whole ‘buying newspapers and investing in TV’ thing… I’ll leave that in your capable hands."

Pepper laughed and stood up.
"Well, Mr. Stark, it seems you’ve finally grown up. I’m going to take a shower first."

Tony smirked. "You sure you don’t want some company?"

Pepper gave him a playful glare. "No. Don’t even think about it!"

"Tsk…" Tony spread his hands helplessly as she walked away. Then, as the bathroom door closed, he sighed and took out his phone.

When the line connected, Tony spoke immediately.
"Matt, have the Judge and the Punisher made their move?"

On the other end, amidst muffled gunfire and chaos, Matthew Murdock’s voice came through.
"They’ve already started. The Judge interrogated one of the Blood Parrot Gang members about where they’re hiding the women and children."

"You mean Captain Rogers and Natasha?" Tony asked.

"Yeah," Matthew replied. "They’ve gone to rescue them. I can hear gunfire everywhere. I’m heading in to help now."

"Be careful, Matt," Tony said.

"Don’t worry," Matthew replied with a slight chuckle. "These are just lowlife gangsters — not even a tenth as dangerous as the guys in Hell’s Kitchen."

Then the call ended.

Inside the Blood Parrot Gang’s compound, chaos reigned.

“Bang! Bang! Da-da-da-da—!”

Gunfire echoed through the hallways as Linen and Frank Castle moved like grim reapers, cutting through enemies without hesitation.

One shot from Linen dropped a thug aiming at Frank. He flicked his hand, and two glowing magical chains lashed out, wrapping around several men hiding in the shadows.

Seeing this, Frank raised his submachine gun and unleashed another burst. In less than a minute, the floor was littered with corpses.

Frank lit a cigar, impressed by Linen’s ruthless efficiency.
"I like your style, Judge. Way better than those self-righteous heroes who talk too much."

Linen took the cigar but didn’t light it. Instead, he pointed upward.
"There’s one left — the leader. He’s trying to escape through the window."

A crash of shattering glass followed. But before either of them could react, Matthew appeared, dragging the screaming gang leader across the floor.

"Didn’t even need to touch him," Matt said dryly. "He broke his leg jumping out the second floor window. Pathetic. For a gang leader, I expected at least a fraction of Kingpin’s skill."

He sniffed the air, frowning at the metallic tang of blood.
"You killed them all?"

"It’s a bigger crime to let them live," Frank growled, raising his gun to finish the job.

But Linen stopped him, stepping forward.

"Look into my eyes," he commanded.

The gang leader froze, then screamed in agony. His body shook violently as Linen’s power pierced into his mind.

"Tell me," Linen said coldly. "Where are the records — the evidence of your trafficking operation and your connections with those powerful men?"

Under the spell, the gang leader’s terrified voice spilled everything.

As soon as Matthew heard the location, he ran upstairs to retrieve the evidence.

Linen, seeing the man’s use had ended, raised his gun and fired.

“Bang!”

The leader collapsed, lifeless. Linen turned to Frank.
"Let’s go. The evidence is one thing, but there are victims downstairs who still need us."

They pushed open the basement door — and froze.

Huddled in the corner were a dozen terrified girls and children. All were bruised, trembling, their eyes filled with terror.

Seeing their condition, Frank’s rage boiled over. Memories of his murdered wife and kids flashed before his eyes. His grip tightened on his weapon, his face twisting with fury.

"Those bastards… those rich bastards behind this. I’m going to kill every last one of them!"

As he raised his gun to storm out, Linen grabbed his arm.

"Stick to the plan, Frank. If we don’t root out every link in this chain, there’ll be more victims tomorrow. Let’s finish this the right way — completely."

Frank took a long breath, forcing himself to calm down. Then, with uncharacteristic gentleness, he knelt in front of the frightened women and children.

"Don’t be afraid," he said softly. "We’re here to rescue you. The monsters who hurt you… they’re gone."

The basement was silent — but for the first time that night, there was a glimmer of hope in those terrified eyes.

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Chapter 41

"This is simply shocking!"

Natasha stared at the files Linen had organized — stacks of evidence detailing the Blood Parrot Gang’s human trafficking operations, along with the names of numerous influential people connected to them.

Her expression turned grim.
"No wonder you asked us to come here. There are too many rich and powerful people involved in this case."

She looked at him seriously.
"You can’t take all of them down alone!"

As soon as Natasha finished, Tony Stark — who had been speaking in his usual playful tone — suddenly turned serious.
"I know most of these people. Senators, CEOs, old political families… it looks like a few names on paper, but the power behind them is massive."

"If they’re really involved — or worse, profiting from this organ trafficking network — then this is going to be a nightmare to handle."

"Humph."

Punisher Frank Castle snorted coldly. His eyes, filled with murderous resolve, fell on the gruesome evidence of the victims.
"I don’t care how high these people stand or what power they hide behind. People like this are unforgivable."

"If any of you are afraid of offending them, then step aside. The Judge and I aren’t afraid of anyone."

"Count me in," said Daredevil, who had been silent until now. His voice was calm but resolute.
"I’ve fought Kingpin for years, and even his methods weren’t this cruel. I’m with the Punisher and the Judge on this one."

He then pulled off his mask, revealing his true face.
"I’m not afraid of you knowing who I am. I’m a lawyer by trade — justice and law are my bottom lines. I defend the innocent, like Ms. May, who was nearly punished unfairly during today’s protest. But when I face true evil, I will never back down, no matter how powerful they are."

Tony glanced at the determined faces around him — Daredevil’s resolve, Frank’s rage, Natasha’s intensity — and then looked at Linen, who hadn’t spoken yet but radiated quiet conviction.

Finally, Tony stepped forward.
"Hey, don’t think I’m backing off because I’m scared of these so-called elites."

"Come on, I’m Tony Stark. Who am I supposed to be afraid of? A few congressmen and aging tycoons?" He smirked.
"Back then, Congress tried to take my armor away at a public hearing. Did I care? Not one bit."

Then he turned toward Steve Rogers, who had remained silent but watchful.
"Hey, Mr. Antique. I’m afraid the world seventy years later isn’t quite what you hoped for. How about joining us — and saving this disappointing world one more time?"

Steve met his gaze calmly.
"Of course I’ll join. But I think the Judge called us here for more than just taking down the Blood Parrot Gang."

All eyes turned to Linen.

He nodded slightly.
"The Blood Parrot Gang is mine to handle. They’re just a few dozen scumbags — I can wipe them out myself."

"But to expose the truth to the world before these powerful people can bury it — that’s where I need all of you."

"I can’t reach Eastern Europe fast enough to track every dark web network or rescue every kidnapped woman and child."

"Leave the exposure to me!" Tony declared immediately.
"But once the news gets out, those people will do everything they can to divert public attention. They’ll pressure the media, bury the headlines, and twist the narrative."

He smirked. "But my Stark Industries doesn’t bend to pressure."

Frank gave him a cold glance.
"I’m surprised, Stark. I thought you were still that self-absorbed playboy, but maybe there’s a real man hiding under that suit."

"But as far as I know," Frank continued, "Stark Industries doesn’t deal in media."

Tony grinned. "You underestimate the power of money, tough guy. I can buy a newspaper in three seconds — and as for news networks, I’ll just invest until I’m the majority shareholder."

Natasha folded her arms. "Fine. Then I’ll handle the rescue operations in Eastern Europe. S.H.I.E.L.D. still has influence there. But we’ll need someone the public trusts — someone whose word carries real weight — to make this believable."

"Otherwise, even if Stark Industries exposes the truth, those elites will just retaliate through the media, muddy the water, and turn public opinion against us."

Everyone’s gaze slowly shifted toward Steve Rogers.

After all, Captain America’s name still carried unmatched power — a symbol of justice, even seventy years later.

Daredevil turned to Linen and smiled.
"So you already thought this through. Impressive."

Linen shook his head slightly.
"Captain Rogers, once you stand up publicly, the world will know you’re alive. You’ll lose any chance at a quiet life. Worse, those rich and powerful people will smear your name relentlessly."

"Even so—"

Before he could finish, Steve took a deep breath and interrupted, his tone steady and unwavering.
"Compared to Hydra, led by Red Skull Johann Schmidt, these people are nothing."

"Dr. Erskine told me not to be a good soldier, but to be a good man. If he knew that the first thing I did after being thawed was to stand up against evil again — I think he’d be proud."

He looked around the room, his eyes firm.
"No matter how dark the world becomes, the light of justice will always burn through."

Tony whistled softly, then clapped his hands.
"Wow. Inspirational as always, Cap."

"So, what are we waiting for? Let’s move. And hey — shouldn’t we give this little crusade a name?"

He smirked.
"What do you think of… the Crusader Alliance?"

Everyone fell silent again.

"Tsk." Tony shrugged, grinning.
"Fine, fine. I’ll just have Pepper buy a news network."

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Chapter 98 Ohnoki’S Granddaughter’S Husband

In Iwagakure, there was a woman with the ability to turn invisible and conceal her Chakra—she was a god-level reconnaissance ninja known as Tsukikage (Moon Shadow).

Using her invisibility, she stood quietly outside the house, but soon, what she heard made her expression freeze in shock.

"Naruto-sama~"

"❥~"

"..."

The more Tsukikage listened, the more absurd it sounded.

The granddaughter of the Third Tsuchikage, Kurotsuchi, was actually involved with a man named Naruto?

And judging from her voice, she seemed to be enjoying it?

Tsukikage felt her scalp go numb. She stood there for a long time, torn between duty and disbelief.

Finally, she didn’t have the courage to rush in and interrupt.

She decided to retreat and report the situation to the Tsuchikage—then wait for his judgment.

"What?!!"

Onoki slammed his hand on the desk, his face turning red with rage.

"Kurotsuchi!"

No… something didn’t add up.

Kurotsuchi was a good girl. There was no way she’d do something like that on her own.

Onoki frowned deeply, suspicion rising in his heart. He turned to Tsukikage and asked, “Tell me… what’s that man’s name?”

Tsukikage hesitated, then answered, “Tsuchikage-sama, his name is Naruto… but I don’t know his surname.”

Onoki’s eyes narrowed.

Could it be… Uzumaki Naruto—the boy who left Konoha?

The Nine-Tails Jinchūriki?

The one who could defeat tailed beasts on his own?

Onoki fell into deep thought.

After some consideration, he finally asked, “Do you think that’s the man Kurotsuchi likes?”

“Uh…” Tsukikage hesitated for a moment, recalling the tone of Kurotsuchi’s voice, then nodded. “That’s right.”

Onoki nodded slightly. “Hmm… as her grandfather, I suppose I shouldn’t interfere in the affairs of the younger generation. Kurotsuchi must have her own reasons for doing this…”

He raised his voice. “Someone come!”

Swish! Swish!

A group of Iwagakure Anbu appeared in the office.

Onoki ordered, “Spread the word—announce that Uzumaki Naruto, the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki who left Konoha, is now a member of Iwagakure… and the husband of the Tsuchikage’s granddaughter!”

A few peaceful days passed.

Naruto’s location was eventually discovered.

The one who found him was a masked Iwagakure Anbu, her voice soft and feminine.

Naruto had sensed her presence long before she arrived and calmly waited for her.

When Tsukikage appeared before him, she said directly, “You are Uzumaki Naruto, right?”

Naruto frowned slightly. “Yeah. Looks like you already know about Kurotsuchi.”

The two of them were clearly not talking about the same thing.

Tsukikage didn’t notice and instead handed Naruto a scroll. “Naruto, Tsuchikage-sama already knows about you and Miss Kurotsuchi!”

“But don’t worry—he’s given his blessing. Since you’re both in love, you no longer need to hide.”

Naruto blinked, confused, then unrolled the scroll.

Good grief—this was Onoki’s own handwriting.

The letter praised Naruto to the heavens and invited him to Iwagakure to discuss his “marriage” to Kurotsuchi.

Naruto’s expression stiffened. Something was definitely wrong.

Could it be… that he and Karin’s private activities had somehow been discovered?

No… impossible.

He asked, “What exactly did you see?”

Tsukikage replied, “I didn’t see anything… but I heard it.”

She crossed her arms proudly. “Naruto, if you’re truly a responsible man, meet the Tsuchikage within three days. Otherwise, I’ll feel ashamed on behalf of our lady!”

Naruto’s eyes narrowed. “Wait… how did you hear it without me noticing?”

At that, Tsukikage smirked slightly. “That’s the limit of my bloodline ability. I can’t reveal the specifics to you.”

After saying that, she reminded Naruto again to visit the Tsuchikage, then vanished.

Naruto sighed and stored the letter away.

It seemed his time in the Land of Earth was coming to an end.

He returned to the cabin, untied Kurotsuchi, and released the Chakra seal on her body.

Kurotsuchi, who had been restrained for several days, stretched her numb arms and glared at Naruto with fear and anger.

Naruto said evenly, “This farce is over.”

He handed her Onoki’s letter.

Kurotsuchi’s face turned pale as she read it. The world seemed to spin.

She would never marry this pervert!

“Just go back and explain everything honestly to the Tsuchikage,” Naruto said, trying to reassure her.

Kurotsuchi nodded stiffly. If she told the truth, Onoki would surely understand.

When Naruto saw her still hesitating, he asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t want to leave?”

Kurotsuchi snapped, “I don’t want to stay with you two perverts any longer!”

Only she knew the torment she’d endured these past few days.

She was a young kunoichi—innocent, and completely unprepared for this madness.

Now her mind felt… corrupted.

Naruto and Karin—those two were beyond saving!

She cursed under her breath: May you both play yourselves to death!

Then she turned and stormed off.

Karin appeared behind Naruto, a hint of regret in her tone. “So, we’re moving again?”

Naruto nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah. I just don’t know where yet.”

He pondered for a while. Which place in the ninja world was safe… and remote?

Then, inspiration struck.

He remembered a distant land from the movie stories—the Land of Snow.

A place isolated from the rest of the world, yet with decent technology and few ninjas.

It was perfect.

If he took control of the Land of Snow, it could become his personal paradise.

Decision made, Naruto said to Karin, “This time, let’s go somewhere truly remote.”

Karin smiled softly. “Anywhere’s fine—as long as I’m with you.”

The two packed their belongings and prepared to leave.

But just as they were about to set off—

Kurotsuchi came running back, panicked and out of breath.

She shouted, “If you’re looking for Uzumaki Naruto, why are you chasing me?!”

Naruto and Karin, in mid-conversation, turned their heads in surprise.

Behind Kurotsuchi, a tall, mechanical-looking man with a bald, metallic head raised his arm.

From his palm extended a cannon barrel.

“You have discovered Pain. To preserve secrecy—you must die.”

Boom!!!

The explosion rocked the ground.

Kurotsuchi’s heart filled with despair.

Naruto instantly sensed the attack and activated the Flying Thunder God Technique, teleporting her out of harm’s way.

Then he turned to face the metal man.

“Asura Path…” Naruto muttered coldly, his eyes narrowing.

It seemed… Pain’s Six Paths were all nearby.
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Chapter 97 Tomb Of Heroes

Kurotsuchi looked at the tiny, harmless Nine Tails in Karin’s arms.

Her entire worldview was crumbling.

A tailed beast…
So weak?

Seeing how fond Karin was of it, Naruto couldn’t help but feel a little pleased.

But soon, his expression turned cold as he shifted his gaze to Kurotsuchi.

Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly waved her hands and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t run away! My chakra’s sealed anyway—if I did, I’d probably get killed by some wild animal before I got far…”

Hearing that, Naruto nodded slightly, reassured.

Then he went to study the First Hokage’s ninjutsu scrolls.

Around noon, Karin came running in a panic. “Naruto, it’s bad! That girl escaped!”

“If she reports back, we’ll be in trouble!”

Naruto, however, didn’t seem worried. “Don’t panic. She can’t escape.”

He closed his eyes and activated Kagura’s Mind Eye.

Half the Land of Earth fell within his sensory range.

Since Naruto had already left his mark on Kurotsuchi—and memorized her chakra pattern—he quickly located her.

She was currently begging a passing merchant for help.

Naruto sensed the Flying Thunder God mark on her body and activated the technique.

Kurotsuchi suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

She turned stiffly and saw Naruto standing behind her, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“I…” Her scalp tingled as fear shot through her.

Not wanting to anger this unpredictable man, Kurotsuchi quickly turned around and bowed deeply, ninety degrees. “I’m sorry! It’s my fault! I won’t do it again!”

Naruto said nothing. He simply grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Then his cold gaze turned to the merchant driving the carriage.

The merchant froze, forcing a nervous smile. “N-Ninja-sama, I… I don’t know anything.”

Naruto didn’t kill innocent people for no reason.

But this man was clearly a citizen of the Land of Earth. If he informed Iwagakure, it might cause unnecessary trouble.

Still, Naruto knew his time here was nearly over, so he didn’t bother too much.

He reached into his system space and pulled out a stack of silver coins, handing them to the merchant.

The man’s eyes widened with delight as he accepted the silver respectfully.

“Don’t tell Iwagakure about this for seven days,” Naruto said calmly.

“Yes, yes! Of course, Ninja-sama!” the merchant stammered with a forced grin. “I’ll do exactly as you say!”

And with that—

Naruto and Kurotsuchi vanished before his eyes.

The merchant blinked, rubbing his eyes as if waking from a dream.

But the heavy silver in his hands told him it was all real.

He stood there for a while, dazed.
First someone asked for help, then he was threatened, paid in silver, and finally—
the strangers just disappeared.

“…I must’ve met a ghost,” he muttered.

Naruto brought Kurotsuchi back.

This time, he didn’t give her any freedom. He tied her up and locked her inside a room.

That night, as Naruto and Karin were about to rest, he remembered the prisoner next door.

He walked in with some rice balls and a bottle of water.

Kurotsuchi hadn’t eaten all day and was dizzy from hunger.

When she saw the food in Naruto’s hand, she swallowed hard.

Naruto brought the rice ball to her mouth, but Kurotsuchi scoffed, “Untie me, I can feed myself—mmph!”

Naruto shoved the rice ball into her mouth.

“Mmmph—!” she grunted, glaring furiously at him.

Naruto said calmly, “If you spit it out, you won’t eat again for the next three days.”

Kurotsuchi froze, then reluctantly chewed the rice ball, glaring at him as if she wanted to kill him.

After giving her some water, Naruto left the room.

When he returned to the bedroom, Karin was lying on the bed.

She lifted the blanket slightly and gave a playful smile. “Naruto-kun, come here~”

Naruto: “…”

Well… what happened before had already happened, so he didn’t hold back this time.

Not long after, Kurotsuchi in the next room heard faint noises.

She gritted her teeth and muttered in disgust, “You two animals…”

Time passed quickly.

The merchant kept his promise and told no one about Kurotsuchi.

But Iwagakure had already begun to notice something was wrong.

Why hadn’t Kurotsuchi returned from her mission?

As one of the key figures in the village, her disappearance soon caught Ōnoki’s attention.

He immediately sent out search teams to find her.

And the leader of the investigation wasn’t just anyone—she was one of the village’s best sensory and stealth operatives, an Anbu known as Moon Shadow, capable of turning invisible and concealing her chakra completely.

Her involvement showed just how seriously Ōnoki took Kurotsuchi’s disappearance.

Naruto, meanwhile, was exhausted.

He finally understood what the phrase “Hero’s Grave” truly meant.

Karin was just too enthusiastic… and way too open-minded.

After a few days of this, Naruto’s legs were starting to feel weak.

Even worse—he realized his combat power had started to drop.

“Is it because of… too much of that?” he wondered grimly.

Determined to resist temptation, Naruto took a deep breath and opened the door.

He was about to use every ounce of willpower he had to push Karin away.

But surprisingly, today she didn’t pounce on him like usual.

Instead, she rested her chin on her palm and said teasingly, “Naruto-kun, want to try something exciting?”

Naruto wanted to refuse—but before he could speak, Karin quickly made a hand seal.

“Transformation Jutsu!”

Poof!

A puff of white smoke filled the room.

When it cleared, standing before Naruto was Kurotsuchi—or rather, Karin disguised as her.

And her outfit… was far too revealing.

“Hiss—” Naruto’s eyes twitched. “This is…”

‘Kurotsuchi’ smiled seductively, placing her long legs over Naruto’s shoulders. “It’s called roleplay~ I learned it from one of your books.”

Naruto reached out, holding her smooth leg, and sighed.

“Sorry, system… as for the training missions—let’s talk about them tomorrow.”

Today… he was defeated once again.

In the next room, Kurotsuchi overheard their conversation.

When she realized what they were doing, she clenched her fists in rage.

“You perverts! Why the hell are you pretending to be me?!” she shouted furiously.

But before she could say more, Naruto gagged her again.

And just then—

Kurotsuchi sensed a faint fluctuation in the air.

Her eyes widened.

That shape… that chakra presence…

It had to be Moon Shadow, the Anbu elite!

He was finally here!

After so many days… she might finally be saved!

But—

Her hope froze instantly when she realized Moon Shadow had also been drawn in by the noises from Naruto and Karin’s room… and didn’t even notice her.

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Chapter 164 Control Stark, Sentry Is Dispatched

At Stark Tower, Allens and Wanda appeared together. Inside the President’s office, Pepper Potts was reviewing and signing a stack of documents.

“Hey, Tony, you’re finally back!”

Pepper looked up in surprise, her face lighting up with joy. She stood and threw herself into Allens’ arms without hesitation.

“My dear Potts,” Allens said warmly, returning the embrace, “it seems you’re very well suited to being President of Stark Industries.”

He smiled softly. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. already knew that Tony Stark was dead, Pepper Potts clearly didn’t.

“Tony, you’ve really changed,” she said, gazing up at him with affection. “You seem… more mature, more handsome.”

Allens chuckled lightly. “Potts, our company has a new direction for development.”

He smiled meaningfully, his eyes gleaming as he held her close. His tone was casual but carried an undertone of something deeper.

“A new direction?” Pepper frowned slightly. “Miss Wanda, do you know what Tony means by that?”

As Stark Industries’ CEO, Pepper was used to evaluating high-risk projects. Even though “Tony” still had executive authority, she needed to understand what kind of “development” he was referring to.

“The new Mr. Stark,” Wanda said sweetly, “has reached a cooperation agreement with Loki, the god of mischief from Asgard. They’re willing to share Asgardian technology with us.”

“Asgard?” Pepper blinked in disbelief. “As in Norse mythology? That Asgard?”

As a top university graduate, Pepper wasn’t ignorant of the myths — but the idea that Asgard actually existed stunned her.

“Yes, Potts,” Allens replied calmly. “Gather the top scientists and engineers at Stark Industries. Wanda will oversee their deployment. As for me… I’ve been invited to the Asgardian realm itself.”

Allens could already sense that Loki had been summoned back through the Bifrost, and a faint smile crept across his lips. Leaving corporate affairs in Wanda’s capable — and loyal — hands, he departed for his private villa.

When his plane landed at the villa — a sprawling, high-tech mansion even larger than before — Allens’ eyes grew cold.

“Welcome home, sir,” said J.A.R.V.I.S.

The glass walls surrounding him lit up, displaying holographic data, models, and energy readings. Sunlight filtered through the smart glass, filling the golden-tinted villa with a radiant, almost divine glow.

“Activate Project Sentinel,” Allens commanded.

“Affirmative, sir.”

The ground beneath him split open, revealing a massive underground chamber the size of two football fields. Inside, hundreds of humanoid Sentinels stood in perfect formation — each one gleaming with cold mechanical precision.

“Sentinel charging sequence initiated. Ark Reactor power routing online. Energy modules activating…”

J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice echoed through the chamber. The Sentinels’ single mechanical eyes flashed scarlet.

Hum… hum… hum.

Soft vibrations filled the air as the Sentinels’ internal AI systems began self-diagnostics. Data streams raced across their visors.

The Ark Reactors embedded in their chests blazed to life, filling the room with blue-white light. One by one, the towering four-meter-tall Sentinels rose from the ground, their metallic limbs shifting and locking into place.

“Sir, Sentinel systems have completed their self-check,” J.A.R.V.I.S. reported.

Allens watched as the Sentinels’ armor plates rippled and realigned like scales. Energy conduits traced glowing, circuit-like patterns across their metallic skin — a perfect fusion of art and technology.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Hundreds of Sentinels ascended through the villa’s retractable roof, hovering above the helipad in flawless formation.

Even compared to Allens’ latest Iron Man suits, these Sentinels were masterpieces. Their internal flight systems manipulated airflow directly, allowing them to hover with minimal energy output.

“Excellent,” Allens murmured. “J.A.R.V.I.S., start the Chrono Clock.”

A cold gleam flashed in his eyes. At once, the massive golden mechanism inside his laboratory began to spin, radiating waves of golden light.

“Open the quantum bridge transmission channel.”
“Activate the wormhole stabilization module.”
“Begin temporal synchronization.”
“Link to Asgard’s Bifrost control center.”
“Override Bifrost protocols and rewrite its control matrix.”

Each command was followed by J.A.R.V.I.S.’s calm acknowledgment. The surface of the Chrono Clock pulsed with golden light, and a swirling blue wormhole formed before it — rippling with violent energy fluctuations.

Meanwhile, in Asgard, Loki appeared on the Bifrost Bridge, dragging the battered Thor beside him. His eyes flickered with cunning amusement as he released Thor’s arm and turned toward Heimdall.

“Heimdall,” Loki said coolly, “where is my father?”

Heimdall’s golden eyes narrowed. “The great All-Father Odin has fallen into the Odinsleep.”

His tone grew heavy. He had once placed great hope in Thor, believing the prince would reclaim his power and bring balance to Asgard. But now, things had taken a darker turn.

Heimdall, as the Watcher of the Realms, could not lie — not even to Loki. Though his hand tightened around the Eternal Spear, he refrained from attacking.

“The All-Father sleeps,” Heimdall continued solemnly, “but Asgard cannot exist without a king.”

A smirk spread across Loki’s face — or rather, across the phantom conjured by Allens.

“As Odin’s second son,” Loki declared, “I am the rightful heir to the throne of Asgard.”

“Never,” Heimdall snapped, glaring coldly. “You may be Odin’s adopted son, but only Thor, the true heir, may rule Asgard.”

Focused on Loki’s deceitful words, Heimdall didn’t notice the faint golden light beginning to flicker across the Bifrost’s control runes — as Allens’ hijacking signal from Earth began to take effect.
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Chapter 163 The Plan Begins

In New Mexico, every moving car and walking pedestrian suddenly froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

In fact, that was exactly what had happened — the entire world’s time had stopped.

Bada.

Amid the silence, Scarlet Witch Wanda Maximoff, clad in her anti-Thor nano-armor, suddenly gasped twice, breaking free from the frozen stillness like a fish escaping water.

“Wanda, sweetheart,” a soft, familiar voice spoke gently beside her, “take a deep breath. You’re now inside my time-stopped realm.”

Panicked at first, Wanda slowly calmed down upon hearing that voice. When she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face.

“Mr. Allens… is this your new superpower?”

Her tone was filled with reverence and curiosity, and her eyes glimmered with admiration.

Allens smiled faintly. “Yes, Wanda. This is my ability — Time Control.”

He lightly placed his right hand on her chest. In response, the nano-armor covering Wanda shimmered and reconfigured itself, transforming into a crimson, cloak-like form.

“This is… incredible, Mr. Allens. I feel my psychic powers growing stronger!”

Wanda lifted her hands in amazement. Scarlet energy flared from her palms, and a transparent force field expanded around her, completely shielding her body.

“The Crimson Armor,” Allens explained, “has a built-in mind enhancement module, along with a few other useful features. I designed it especially for you.”

He looked at Wanda — her beauty amplified by the scarlet battle armor — and smiled.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Allens,” Wanda whispered.

Then, without hesitation, she leaned in and gave him a deep kiss.

As their lips parted, Wanda turned her gaze past him — where the phantom image of Loki, the God of Mischief, materialized behind Allens.

“Wanda, my dear,” Allens said calmly, his voice turning cold, “our plan begins now. First, we’ll test the Sentinel’s combat effectiveness.”

His eyes gleamed darkly. For Allens, whose intellect had been amplified a thousandfold, time was too precious to waste. Every second was an opportunity to study and master new technologies.

Asgardian energy systems alone surpassed Earth’s science by thousands of years — and that was only his next goal.

Still, there were many human technologies Allens desired: Pym Particles, Spider DNA, Extremis Virus, Super Soldier Serum, and even the Lizard Mutation Formula.

All of them were already being secretly collected under his orders.

“Mr. Allens,” Wanda asked seriously, “do you really intend to activate the Sentinel program? The Sentry is still a prototype — it’s not fully stable.”

Allens smiled faintly. “A half-finished product will do.”

Though incomplete, the Sentry units he had developed weren’t ordinary Sentinels. He had secretly installed a Predation Module within each — allowing them to absorb the energy of whatever they fought.

They were far more dangerous than the Sentinels that once plagued the X-Men.

Swish.

Allens snapped his fingers. A blue light curtain instantly surrounded him and Wanda. The light folded in on itself, and in an instant, the two vanished from New Mexico.

As they disappeared, time resumed its flow. Everything around returned to normal — cars moved, people walked, unaware of what had just transpired.

Only Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. noticed what was wrong.

“Shit… Captain Rogers!”

Coulson’s vision cleared, and his heart dropped. In the distance, Captain America lay motionless on the ground.

Though he didn’t know what had happened, Coulson — a veteran agent — rushed toward Rogers and quickly checked for signs of life.

His expression darkened. “Damn it… Captain America is dead.”

Even the usually composed Coulson couldn’t suppress his anger. Before him, Steve Rogers — the living legend he had idolized since childhood — was gone.

Coulson clenched his fists. He didn’t fully understand what Rogers’ last words meant, but the grief in his chest was real.

“George! Report this to headquarters — now!” he ordered coldly.

“Yes, sir!” the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent named George replied, immediately contacting the central command.

Meanwhile, Coulson drew his pistol, raised his left hand in a combat signal, and aimed straight at Loki, who stood in the distance.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Nick Fury’s standing orders echoed in his mind — if Captain America and Loki ever clashed, both were to be considered priority threats.

Now that Rogers was dead, Coulson made his choice without hesitation. He fired again and again.

Bullets slammed against a glowing energy barrier that appeared before Loki. The Trickster God barely glanced at Coulson.

Expressionless, Loki bent down, grabbed the unconscious Thor, and looked toward the heavens.

“Heimdall! Open the Bifrost!” he commanded coldly.

In Asgard, Heimdall frowned deeply. Something about this “Loki” felt… wrong.

But Loki had never escaped his sight before, and the All-Father’s orders were absolute.

Unaware that the figure before him was merely a magical projection created by Allens, Heimdall obeyed the command.

Boom!

The rainbow energy of the Bifrost shot down from the heavens, enveloping Loki and Thor in a column of dazzling light.

“F***… that’s the Bifrost?” Coulson muttered in disbelief as the beam vanished into the sky, taking both gods with it.

“Sir,” George’s voice came through the comms, “Captain America is confirmed dead, and Loki has escaped Earth’s atmosphere.”

Coulson picked up his communicator, his face grim. “Patch me through to Director Fury. The Avengers Initiative… is on hold.”
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Chapter 1068: The Hustle And Bustle That Exists Only For One Person

Su Luo controlled the ball at his feet, leaned forward, and accelerated with explosive speed.

The Timberwolves chased with everything they had, but they couldn’t catch up with the cheetah-like blur that was Su Luo.

He darted across the pitch with astonishing pace, his movements fluid and graceful, leaving his opponents far behind.

Each step he took was precise and rhythmic, as if he were dancing on the field.

Every touch of the ball carried both power and accuracy, perfectly avoiding the desperate tackles and interceptions of his opponents.

The crowd roared with excitement, their cheers echoing through the stadium. Emily, in the stands, clutched her hands tightly, holding her breath in nervous anticipation.

Suddenly, Su Luo changed direction and charged toward the penalty area with unbelievable speed.

The Timberwolves’ defenders were alarmed and rushed to stop him — but one after another, they were easily bypassed.

His speed and skill made it impossible for them to touch him; it was as if he carried a kind of magic that no one could resist.

Feeling the weight of the match, Su Luo pushed forward through the front line, leading the team’s attack with determination and flair.

Timberwolves goalkeeper Norton watched in disbelief as Su Luo approached rapidly. His instincts screamed at him to close down the angle — he knew that if Su Luo wasn’t stopped, the ball would surely end up in the net.

Su Luo steadied himself, locking eyes with Norton. He inhaled deeply, his mind calm and focused.

Then, amid the gasps of the crowd, he activated his system technique — exchanging to a special template — and unleashed a stunning, spectacular volley.

The football streaked through the dark night sky like a shooting star, tracing a dazzling golden arc straight toward the goal.

It flashed past Norton’s outstretched gloves and curved perfectly toward the inside of the post.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still.

The stadium fell silent. Every pair of eyes followed the ball as it spun toward the net — and then, when it hit…

BOOM!

A thunderous cheer erupted across the Golden Storm Stadium.

Su Luo kept running, his heart pounding, feeling the waves of joy and excitement washing over him.

The cheers poured down from the stands like a roaring tide, blurring everything before his eyes.

Emily stood up, as if drawn by magic, joining the countless Dortmund fans who were screaming Su Luo’s name in ecstasy.

The once-cold Golden Storm Stadium had come alive, trembling with passion and excitement.

Emily could feel the energy of the fans shaking the stands. They waved their arms, shouting and celebrating Su Luo’s brilliant goal.

She saw someone rush to the sideline, desperately reaching for Su Luo’s sweat-soaked jersey — the one gleaming with effort and victory. She knew that for them, it was a priceless souvenir.

The roar of the crowd drowned out every other sound. In that deafening wave of emotion, it felt as though Su Luo was the only person in the world.

This was the moment they had both waited for — the moment they had given their hearts, their time, and their effort to reach.

As night settled in, the bright floodlights pierced through the darkness, their glow reflecting in Emily’s tear-filled eyes.

Her hands trembled slightly as she whispered softly, “My Su Luo… you’re truly amazing.”

Her voice was filled with pride, her heart overflowing with warmth.

Emily knew exactly how much effort and sacrifice Su Luo had put into reaching this moment of glory.

He had trained endlessly, sharpening his skills and working tirelessly alongside his teammates.

And now, standing at the center of the field, he had finally become the star everyone looked up to — through his own hard work and willpower.

She felt both proud and deeply moved.

This wasn’t just a victory for Su Luo — it was a testament to his persistence, his growth, and her unwavering belief in him.

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Chapter 1,067 Unique Sign—Unmatched

Su Luo suggested that everyone stick to the original plan and do their best to withstand Bayern’s final wave of furious attacks.

Robert and Hagen both nodded firmly, fully understanding Su Luo’s intentions.

When the match restarted, Su Luo’s focus sharpened completely.

He moved with renewed strength, faster footwork, and far greater agility. His improved stamina and skill left Bayern’s players struggling to keep up.

Su Luo could feel the tension and pressure hanging thick in the air.

Standing at the center of the pitch, he scanned every Bayern player one by one, the aura radiating from him so powerful that even his opponents hesitated to challenge him.

He felt the surging energy coursing through his body — a burning fighting spirit rising in his chest.

Robert and Hagen quickly rushed to his side. They exchanged glances filled with silent understanding.

At that critical moment, there was no need for words — only trust and determination passed through their eyes.

The match continued. Su Luo burst forward with unmatched energy. His movements were swift, his feet light and precise, making it nearly impossible for Bayern to contain him.

Suddenly, Goldstein appeared in front of him, attempting to tackle and stop his advance.

However, Su Luo’s body had undergone a remarkable change — faster, stronger, and more explosive than before.

It was the effect of the potion he had exchanged through the system, enhancing his speed and power to their peak.

As Goldstein lunged in with a sliding tackle, Su Luo twisted effortlessly, dodging with lightning-fast footwork.

In the blink of an eye, he spun around like a flash of light, leaving Goldstein and the crowd in disbelief.

It was the “Lightning Feint” template he had just unlocked through the system — now unleashed to full effect.

Goldstein’s eyes widened as Su Luo vanished from his sight, unable to keep up with his incredible pace.

The crowd erupted in amazement, their cheers echoing through the Golden Storm Stadium.

Su Luo could feel the surge of new power in his body, filling him with absolute confidence.

He weaved through Bayern’s defense with cat-like agility, moving as gracefully and swiftly as a cheetah charging through the open field.

The match reached its fiercest stage, with Bayern’s defenders desperately trying to intercept him…

But Su Luo’s sudden burst of speed and unpredictable movement left them stunned and helpless.

He danced between defenders like a maestro, every motion precise and effortless, dodging tackles and sidestepping challenges with ease.

His turns were sharp, his body movements fluid — under his blinding acceleration, countless cleats swung at him but hit only air, leaving dazzling trails in their wake.

The audience roared with excitement, swept away by Su Luo’s breathtaking display.

He had carved out his own unmistakable identity on the pitch — unparalleled and unstoppable.

Using the system’s templates and potion effects, Su Luo showcased extraordinary speed and skill that left everyone in awe.

Up in the stands, Emily clenched her hands tightly, her breath catching in her throat.

For a moment, time seemed to stop. Then she gasped softly, eyes fixed entirely on Su Luo below.

He looked radiant — dazzlingly confident, moving with an irresistible charm that commanded every gaze in the stadium.

Su Luo’s speed was astonishing. He slipped through a cluster of defenders with effortless precision, his technique and agility reaching a level few could even imagine.

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Chapter 40

After shutting down the system, Linen didn’t immediately eliminate the Blood Parrot Gang as the Judge.

The higher the completion rate of this side mission, the better the rewards.
The problem was that the confessions didn’t just involve New York’s dignitaries — they implicated congressmen, wealthy elites, and powerful figures from various states and cities.

Their influence was enormous — and when combined with human trafficking rings, organ smugglers, dark web buyers, and Eastern European underground forces — it was impossible for him to kill them all on his own.

Besides, Linen believed the information from that black soul was only the tip of the iceberg.

Eliminating the Blood Parrot Gang itself would be easy.
But achieving 100% completion? That was another story. He couldn’t do it alone.

After a few seconds of thought, Linen took out an anonymous phone.
“System, can you help me find the contact information of a few people?”

“No problem,” the system’s mechanical voice replied instantly.

After obtaining several contacts, Linen sent text messages to each one using the anonymous device.

Well, if he couldn’t solve the problem alone — he’d drag others into it.

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

Picking up her phone, Natasha Romanoff frowned as she saw a text from an unfamiliar number — signed only, “The Judge.”

Seeing this, Natasha immediately made her way toward Nick Fury’s office.
This was the first time Linen had reached out to her directly. She was curious about what the mysterious “Judge” wanted.

Oh, right —
Linen didn’t know that she already knew he was the Judge, thanks to the spoiler system.
So, she had to act cautious — like she didn’t know a thing.

Tony Stark’s Villa

“Judge?”

Looking at the strange message, Tony Stark raised an eyebrow. There was only one line — an address.

After thinking for a moment, Tony decided to suit up.
If the “Judge” was contacting him personally, something big must be going down.

Of course, he didn’t want to reveal his identity just yet — but curiosity was hard to resist.

A Back Alley in Queens

“Click.”

After twisting the neck of the last thug, Frank Castle holstered his gun and was about to leave when his phone buzzed.
He pulled it out, frowned, and muttered, “Judge?”

He’d heard of the Judge — especially after that last predator who molested a young girl had been acquitted in court.
Frank had planned to deal with that scum himself that night, but someone beat him to it.

Later, through his contacts, Frank learned the man had turned himself in — terrified — and received a life sentence.
It was the Judge’s doing.

Normally, Frank would have preferred to kill the man outright. But knowing that the monster would rot in prison for the rest of his life brought a certain grim satisfaction.

He didn’t know how the Judge had gotten his number,
but Frank wanted to meet him.

Brooklyn

Steve Rogers glanced down at his phone, lips pressed together.

“The Judge… that young Asian man with a sense of justice?” he murmured.

He tucked away the pocket watch with Peggy’s photo, grabbed his coat, and headed for the door.
Before leaving, he took a hundred-dollar bill from a candy tin in the drawer.

If the city he remembered had changed too much and he couldn’t find the meeting spot,
he could at least take a cab. Hopefully, a hundred dollars would still be enough for a ride seventy years later.

Half an Hour Later — Abandoned Factory by the Hudson River

Tony Stark, descending from the sky in his Iron Man armor, landed with a metallic thud.
He saw a man wearing a dark mask, exuding an unmistakable “stay away from me” aura — Linen, the Judge.

Although Tony already knew it was him, he played dumb and said,
“Hey, Judge? What’s the occasion?”

Then he glanced around.
“Who’s the guy with the blind stick? And… wow, a cool dude with two guns? What is this, a Citibank robbery?”

Linen didn’t recognize the two men beside Tony.
Were they Tony’s friends?

As Tony’s snark ended, Frank Castle, holding his pistols, turned toward Linen.
“Why’d you bring this playboy here?”

“A guy like him doesn’t belong in something like this.”

Frank’s tone was sharp, his eyes filled with disdain.
It wasn’t that he despised Tony personally — he just didn’t believe a billionaire playboy could handle real dirt.

Linen’s cold voice cut through the tension.
“We need his influence.”

Frank thought for a moment, then gave a small nod.

Matt Murdock, standing nearby with his cane, tilted his head slightly.
He could hear Tony’s steady heartbeat — not the rhythm of arrogance, but of someone genuinely curious and ready.

Just then, the roar of an engine echoed outside.
A Ford sports car pulled up, and Natasha Romanoff stepped out — with Steve Rogers in the passenger seat.

“You guys all showed up?” Tony asked, slightly surprised.

Frank’s eyes widened when he saw the man beside her.
“Steve Rogers? Captain America?”

He wasn’t unfamiliar with the name.
Though they’d never met, as a former Marine, Frank grew up hearing about Captain America’s heroics.
He’d even visited the Captain America Memorial Hall with his kids once…

Before everything was taken from him.

Steve nodded politely when Frank recognized him.
“I’ve heard about you too, Judge,” he said, turning to Linen. “You did good work forcing that child predator to confess. So… what did you call us here for?”

Natasha walked closer, her sharp eyes studying Linen.
“Natasha Romanoff,” Frank said quietly. “The famous Black Widow.”

“Long time no see, Frank,” Natasha replied with a knowing smirk. “Didn’t expect to be invited by the Judge — and to see Daredevil here too. Looks like something big’s going down tonight.”

Smiling briefly at Frank, Natasha’s gaze returned to Linen.
As a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she knew both the Punisher and Daredevil well.

Whatever this was — it wasn’t going to be ordinary.

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Chapter 39

At the same time—

After seeing off Senior Sister Lily’s grateful parents, Linen returned to his apartment, turned on the system, and began working on a new video.

Since Steve Rogers had already been thawed from the ice,
the next video might as well start with him.

After sorting through his ideas for the new project, Linen opened the second text file.
Text 2 was about himself.

Both the Avengers and Nick Fury were investigating his past and the source of his powers.
So naturally, Linen had to think carefully about how to strengthen his “character.”

Thinking about how he obtained his power, Linen recalled the scene that afternoon — when Senior Sister Lily had been dragged into an alley by three thugs from the Blood Parrot Gang.

His eyes lit up as he began typing more details.

Nine o’clock in the evening.

After stretching, Linen noticed that the coffee on the table had gone cold.
He raised his hand, and in the next second, a black soul engulfed in flames appeared before him, wailing in torment.

With a slight wave, he pulled the burning soul closer — within a meter of himself.

He picked up the cold coffee pot on the table and slowly heated it with the flames emanating from the suffering soul.

When white steam began to rise from the pot, Linen smiled in satisfaction and poured himself another cup.

“Let’s talk about the Blood Parrot Gang.”

Looking at the shrieking soul, Linen said calmly,
“If you don’t want to keep burning like this, then you’d better start talking.”

The blackened spirit glared at him, filled with hatred.
It was Linen who had ordered the skeleton warriors to kill him in that alley — and now even his soul was being tortured.

“Oh? Still stubborn?” Linen tilted his head. “Maybe I should encourage you a little.”

Hearing that, the black soul trembled in fear.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! The Blood Parrot Gang—”

“Who said you could talk standing up? Kneel.”

Linen’s sharp tone cracked like thunder. A powerful spiritual pressure slammed down on the soul, forcing it to its knees with a thud.

The soul shivered under his cold, emotionless stare.

“The Blood Parrot Gang was founded by Collins Myers,” the soul stammered. “There are currently 28 members.”

“On the surface, it looks like an ordinary gang, but in truth, it handles human trafficking for Collins Myers.”

“After we kidnap women and children, Collins arranges for smugglers to send them to Eastern Europe.”

“The younger and prettier the girls, the more they’re sought after by powerful men there. I’ve heard that once those men are done with them, the girls get sold into the red-light districts…”

“Besides that, Collins Myers also has ties to the dark web and organ-trafficking organizations. They find matching organs for patients in major hospitals!”

As the spirit spoke, Linen set down his coffee cup.
“I remember,” he said, “that it’s not just New York. Many cities have ‘free physical examination’ centers — especially in slums and homeless areas. Are those connected to Collins’ operation too?”

“Some are, some aren’t!” the soul blurted out. “For organ matching — bone marrow, kidneys, whatever — people disappear from those areas all the time. The police and FBI barely notice.”

“No one investigates you?”

“Of course some do! But Mr. Collins has bribed plenty of important people. His organ network has helped many wealthy clients.”

“So even when the FBI tries to investigate, they get blocked at every level!”

Linen narrowed his eyes. “List every name you know who’s working with Collins Myers.”

The soul quivered. “Alex — deputy director of the NYPD, Congressman Donald Jackson, Eddie Buckley…”

As the names piled up, Linen’s frown deepened.

“Tsk. Really the upper class…”

After extracting the Blood Parrot Gang’s hideout and personnel list, Linen released the summoning spell, dispersing the soul.

He then took out the Judge’s Mask.

Just as he was about to put it on, he paused.
“System,” he asked, “when you say ‘eliminate the Blood Parrot Gang,’ does that include these so-called dignitaries?”

The system’s mechanical voice replied:
“Main target: Blood Parrot Gang.”
“Note: The more related individuals punished, the higher the mission completion rate.”
“Hidden Reward: Ego Gem.”

Linen’s eyes widened.
A hidden reward? This was the first time he’d seen that from a side quest.

“Damn… I must’ve missed out on a lot of hidden rewards before.”

But then he froze. “Wait — the Ego Gem?”

If he remembered correctly, the Ego Gem belonged to Nemesis, the Goddess of Vengeance.
According to the comics, once the Ego Gem was combined with the other six Infinity Gems, Nemesis could be resurrected.

He hissed softly.
“If even the Ego Gem exists… then does Tony Stark also have a hidden Wisdom Gem in his head?”

When Linen asked the system about it, the mechanical voice responded:
“Tony Stark does not possess a Wisdom Gem. The Ego Gem is from another multiverse.”
“Even if you gather the other six Infinity Gems, whether Nemesis is resurrected depends solely on your own will.”

Hearing that, Linen nodded slowly.
“Good. Otherwise, if the Goddess of Vengeance came back and decided to destroy this universe… that would be fun.”

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Chapter 96 3.5 Kurama

Pinned to the ground by Naruto, Kurotsuchi finally calmed down a little.

She said to him, “You… let me go. I won’t bother you anymore.”

Naruto relaxed his grip and released her.

Kurotsuchi stood up, stretched her sore arms, glared at Naruto, and stormed out of the house.

Naruto didn’t stop her.
After all, as long as she didn’t cause any more trouble, it was fine.

But Karin suddenly said to him, “Naruto-kun, she still has ill intentions toward us.”

Naruto’s eyes narrowed, and in a flash of light, his figure vanished.

The next second—

Kurotsuchi was caught by Naruto once again.

Before she could even react, she muttered angrily, “Just wait, I’ll have the old man teach you a lesson!”

At that, Naruto roughly figured out who she was.

Those flawless long legs… and the “old man” she mentioned—
In Iwagakure, the only one who could fit that description was the Third Tsuchikage, Ōnoki.

So this girl must be Kurotsuchi.

Naruto made a small nasal sound. “Huh?”

Only then did Kurotsuchi realize she had been caught again.

She tried to argue, but Naruto shook his head slightly. “Since you want to disrupt our peaceful life, then I have no choice but to…”

As he spoke, a faint killing intent flickered in his eyes.

But Karin quickly reminded him, “Naruto, let’s not provoke her. This is the Land of Earth. If she’s from Iwagakure and they find out about us later, it’ll cause more trouble.”

Naruto rubbed his forehead in frustration. “So what should we do? I can’t kill her, but I can’t just let her go either.”

Karin thought for a moment and suggested, “We could kidnap her for now, then release her once we leave.”

Naruto nodded. “Yeah, that works.”

When Kurotsuchi heard their conversation, panic flashed across her face.

Before she could say anything, Naruto struck her lightly on the neck, knocking her unconscious.

When Kurotsuchi woke up again, dawn was already breaking.

She was overjoyed to find that she wasn’t tied up.

“Heh, these two really aren’t experienced ninjas—they don’t even know how to restrain someone,” she said smugly.

But her satisfaction quickly vanished when a sharp burning pain spread through her abdomen.

“Hiss—!”

She lifted her clothes and looked down, only to see a seal etched across her smooth, flat stomach.

The chakra in her body no longer responded to her commands.

Shocked, Kurotsuchi sat cross-legged, trying to break the seal.

Just then, the door next to her opened.

Karin stepped out, yawning.

Seeing the woman who had disturbed her and Naruto last night, Karin’s face immediately darkened.

Her tone turned cold. “Don’t bother. That’s Naruto-kun’s seal. Not even a tailed beast can break free from it—what makes you think you can?”

“A seal even a tailed beast can’t break?” Kurotsuchi sneered. “You’re kidding, right? Do you even know what a tailed beast is?”

“This kind of sealing technique—give me a bit of time, and I can undo it myself. No offense to your Naruto-kun, but that claim is ridiculous.”

She didn’t even finish her sentence before a deafening boom shook the ground.

BOOM!!!

Outside the house, the air trembled with an earth-shattering roar.

Kurotsuchi and Karin exchanged glances, then hurried outside.

And what they saw left Kurotsuchi completely stunned.

Standing before them was the Nine Tails—its colossal body towering like a mountain.

“This… what’s going on?!” Kurotsuchi gasped.

But that wasn’t all.

Before her disbelieving eyes, another, slightly smaller Nine Tails appeared beside it.

Then—

“Wood Style: Myōjin Gate!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Massive torii gates of wood fell from the sky, pinning the Nine Tails to the ground.

The huge fox roared at Naruto, “Naruto, aren’t you afraid I’ll absorb their power and turn against you?”

Kurama’s size was monstrous—like a living mountain.

Floating midair, Naruto looked down calmly and replied, “Don’t doubt those you trust, and don’t trust those you doubt.”

Though Kurama had never heard that saying before, he immediately understood its meaning.

He burst out laughing. “Alright then! I can’t disgrace the name of the Tailed Beasts!”

With that, Kurama leapt onto the smaller Nine Tails and bit down on its neck.

The smaller Nine Tails thrashed in shock. “Who are you?! Why are you stealing my power?!”

Neither Naruto nor Kurama bothered responding.

They were already used to the Nine Tails’ rage.

Soon enough, Kurama completely devoured the other fox’s chakra.

The defeated Nine Tails shrank down, turning into a tiny version only thirty centimeters tall.

Meanwhile, Kurama’s power surged—his body swelling to a size equivalent to three and a half Nine Tails, rivaling a kaiju like Godzilla.

From Naruto’s position nearby, the scale was staggering.
Anyone timid would have fainted from the sight alone.

After finishing, Kurama’s immense body dissolved into crimson chakra and returned to the sealed space within Naruto.

A moment later, his deep voice echoed from Naruto’s abdomen.

“Naruto, when you have time, expand the sealed space. It’s getting too small for me.”

Naruto chuckled. “Alright. I’ll figure out how to do that later.”

Then, he turned to look at the miniature Nine Tails struggling on the ground.

Its once fearsome chakra had been completely drained by Kurama.

Naruto flew over, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, and lifted it up.

The tiny fox flailed furiously. “Are you deaf?! Didn’t you hear me talking to you?!”

Naruto ignored its tantrum.

With a flash of the Flying Thunder God Technique, he returned to the house, where Karin and Kurotsuchi were waiting.

Karin, who had been frightened earlier by Kurama’s presence, now stared at the mini Nine Tails with sparkling eyes.

Naruto smiled. “So, Karin, how about I give it to you as a pet?”

“Really, Naruto-kun?!” she asked excitedly.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Naruto replied with a grin.

He sealed away the tiny fox’s chakra, trimmed its claws, and handed it to her.

Karin hugged the little Nine Tails close, squeezing it affectionately.

The tiny fox yelped in outrage. “You! Who are you?!”

“Huh?” Naruto frowned and lightly tapped its head. “Don’t be so grumpy! And don’t bite people, or else I’ll have to give you to…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but the tiny Nine Tails immediately understood.

Its fur bristled in fear, and it went quiet instantly, turning into a well-behaved little pet.

Kurotsuchi stood off to the side, completely dumbfounded.

The power of a tailed beast—absorbed by an even stronger tailed beast…
And now that same tailed beast had become a pet?

Her worldview shattered on the spot.
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Chapter 95 I Clearly Said I Would Let You Go

More importantly,
this Naruto seemed to have multiple wives.

And the pink-haired girl in front of him not only didn’t mind it—she actually looked proud about it?

What on earth was going on in her mind?

The envoy’s chest rose and fell in anger. He nearly stumbled from frustration.

At that moment, Sarutobi Hiruzen and Tsunade realized things had gone far enough, so they quickly stopped Haruno Sakura.

The two gave the envoy an excuse to back off and then sent him away.

But the real problem remained—
Konoha no longer had a Jinchūriki or any tailed beasts.

Meanwhile, Cloud Shinobi Village possessed two tailed beasts.

With such an overwhelming difference in power, there was no way Cloud Shinobi Village—greedy for bloodline limits—would simply visit once and stop there.

Land of Earth, late at night.

In a barren stretch of the Gobi Desert, under the pale moonlight,
a slender figure appeared, silently moving through the wilderness.

She muttered to herself, “What’s going on here?”

It was supposed to be a simple patrol mission—
just another routine task for her record.

But she had suddenly stumbled upon a dense patch of forest that had never existed before,
as if it had fallen straight from the sky.

“There’s something strange here!” she thought.

Anyone else might have returned to Iwagakure to report the anomaly.
But this wasn’t just anyone—this was Kurotsuchi.

She decided to investigate on her own and moved quietly toward the mysterious forest.

Before long, she spotted a small wooden house standing in the middle of the greenery.

“Sure enough, someone’s here,” Kurotsuchi thought, narrowing her eyes.
“Who’s planting trees in the Land of Earth without permission?”

Even if it’s a good thing, she thought grimly, it still needs approval!

And judging by the situation, the person was probably a ninja.
If that’s true, then they’ve entered Earth Country illegally—
which means it’s an invasion!

Kurotsuchi crouched behind a rock, listening closely.

From inside the house came two voices—a man and a woman.

“What are you doing?”
“Just for a little while, okay?”
“No way. How do I explain this to my wife?”

Kurotsuchi blinked, confused.

A man and a woman?
And the man already had a wife?

Could it be… he was cheating?

Then she heard:

“But I can’t sleep alone! There’s no light here—I’m scared of the dark.”
“…Fine, just tonight. I’ll buy some lanterns tomorrow.”
“Hehe, I knew Naruto-kun wouldn’t let me shiver in the dark.”

Kurotsuchi frowned, crossing her arms. “Tch, shameless woman…” she muttered under her breath.

But then the voices grew quieter, and she could no longer make out the words clearly.

Kurotsuchi waited outside for a while, her patience wearing thin.

Just as she was about to barge in, a calm male voice came from inside the house—
his tone almost playful.

“Isn’t it a bit rude to eavesdrop for this long?”

Kurotsuchi froze. Her eyes widened in shock.

The next instant, the world spun—
and before she could react, she was suddenly inside the house.

Standing before her was a blond young man in casual clothes,
his blue eyes calm and unbothered.

“You… you noticed me long ago?” Kurotsuchi asked, stunned.

Naruto shrugged lightly. “Of course. I was waiting to see if you’d leave quietly.”

Kurotsuchi scanned the room, frowning. “Who are you? How did you drag me in here so fast?”

Of course, Naruto had used the Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport her,
though he didn’t bother explaining that.

In another room, Karin peeked her head out.
“Naruto-kun, who is she?”

“I don’t know,” Naruto replied casually. “Just someone who’s been eavesdropping.”

Karin frowned at Kurotsuchi with clear displeasure.

Kurotsuchi noticed the red-haired girl’s faintly flushed face and felt her confusion deepen.

Still, she quickly regained her composure and straightened her posture.

“Who are you people?” she demanded.
“Why are you on the Land of Earth’s territory?”
“Did someone authorize you to enter? Are you hiding something?”

Naruto sighed, rubbing his temple.

“We’re just staying here for a while,” he said calmly. “We’ll leave soon.
Since you didn’t mean any harm, I’ll let you go.”

“Let me go?” Kurotsuchi’s eyes twitched.

The nerve!

He was the intruder here, and yet he was talking like he was doing her a favor!

Her pride as an Iwagakure kunoichi flared instantly.

She slid on her gloves, taking a battle stance—
her cheongsam shifting slightly, revealing her toned legs as she moved.

Naruto’s eyes flickered in brief surprise.

Kurotsuchi noticed his glance and snapped, “Pervert! Take this!”

She dashed forward and threw a punch.

Naruto caught her fist effortlessly and pulled her forward,
flipping her onto the floor with a smooth motion.

“Hey, hey—didn’t I say I’d let you go?” Naruto said helplessly,
holding her arm down gently but firmly.

Kurotsuchi stared up at him in disbelief.

All she knew was that she had attacked—
and in the blink of an eye, she was pinned.

She was stunned.

Just how strong was this guy?
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Chapter 162 Thor Allens

“Heh, heh… my foolish brother. You still can’t lift my hammer, remember? It’s because you’re unworthy of Mjolnir that I was chosen as Thor.”

Seeing Allens’ actions, Thor couldn’t help but feel both angry and amused. His younger brother had tried countless times to lift Mjolnir, and every time, he had failed miserably.

But what happened next left Thor completely stunned. Allens—his cunning younger brother—lifted Mjolnir effortlessly.

Thunder crackled around the hammer, arcs of lightning leaping through the air. Thor’s eyes widened in disbelief, his heart sinking into despair.

“Damn it… anyone else can lift it, but not me. You cursed old man, Odin!”

Collapsing to his knees, Thor finally realized—if his brother could wield Mjolnir, then the throne of Asgard was forever beyond his reach.

Boom!

Allens raised Mjolnir high. The hammer glowed with divine lightning, and power surged through his veins. Where once he might have been able to hold the hammer without channeling its energy, now he had truly inherited the Power of Thor.

Lightning flared across his armor as it transformed—the dark, sleek outfit of the trickster god twisted and reshaped into golden Asgardian armor, radiant with divine energy.

“Thor,” Allens said coldly, walking toward his fallen brother. His expression was one of pure mockery. “It seems you’ve finally become what you always looked down upon—a mortal.”

“Loki… my brother,” Thor rasped, bitterness and resignation mixing in his voice. “Since you now wield the power of Thor… then you shall be the next King of Asgard.”

Though it stung his pride, he forced a faint smile. Better his brother take the title than some stranger from Midgard. Yet, in his heart, the unwillingness burned.

Bang!

Allens suddenly kicked him. Thor’s mortal body couldn’t withstand the blow—he was sent flying, coughing up blood before losing consciousness.

“Cthulhu Loki! He is your brother!”

Heimdall’s deep, thunderous voice echoed directly into Allens’ ears from Bifrost, carried across realms by his power. His tone was filled with warning.

“Allens, your duty is to protect Asgard,” Heimdall reminded sternly.

Allens looked upward, his eyes narrowing. Though the distance between them spanned two worlds, his gaze pierced through space, meeting Heimdall’s invisible stare. Through the nano-device he’d secretly planted in the Bifrost control center, he could clearly see Heimdall watching him.

“Hmph. Keep your eyes open, Heimdall,” Allens replied with a smirk.

Heimdall’s grip tightened on Gungnir, the Eternal Spear. His voice rumbled coldly, “Loki… if you dare harm Thor, I swear upon the All-Father—I’ll drive this spear through your heart.”

But Allens merely chuckled and turned away.

He walked calmly toward Captain America, who lay broken and exhausted nearby. A chilling smile curved across Allens’ face.

“Captain Rogers,” he said softly. “We meet again. Last time, you exiled me. Now… it’s time for me to kill you.”

He knelt, gripping Rogers by the collar.

The Captain’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You… Allens?!”

Rogers had assumed the man he’d been fighting was Tony Stark in some upgraded armor—but now, seeing Loki’s true face before him, his mind froze in shock.

“Captain,” Allens said slowly, a trace of amusement in his tone, “I’ve been searching for a way to reach the main timeline—the one from 2023. At first, I thought about using the Quantum Shuttle, but such travel is unstable. Even after meeting Dr. Hank Pym, I never dared to risk it.”

He lifted Rogers effortlessly with one hand, gazing into his despairing eyes.

“With your Quantum Armor,” Rogers rasped, “you’ll never find the main timeline, Allens. All your plans are meaningless. We Avengers already rewrote the Quantum Shuttle code long ago…”

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Tony planned for this.”

Allens chuckled darkly. “You mean Banner added the Möbius Loop failsafe, right? The moment I try to traverse time, I’d be trapped in an infinite cycle—endless reincarnation. That’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?”

Rogers’ eyes went wide. The sneer vanished from his face. Everything Allens said was true.

Dr. Bruce Banner had personally modified the Quantum Armor’s navigation code, adding a Quantum Möbius String—an infinite time loop to trap anyone unauthorized attempting to travel.

But what Rogers didn’t know was that Allens had already deciphered every function of the armor. After inheriting Tony Stark’s Light of Wisdom and enhancing his intellect a thousandfold, he had reverse-engineered the entire system—including the temporal loop safeguard.

And with his new Time Control powers, he no longer needed the armor at all.

Snap.

Allens snapped his fingers. Instantly, the world froze.

Every explosion, every movement, every falling ember—all of time came to a complete halt.

“Wh–what the hell?” Rogers gasped, realizing he could still move—but everything else was frozen in place.

Allens stepped forward slowly, eyes glowing faintly. “Impressive, isn’t it? My unique ability… Time Stasis.”

Before Rogers could react, Allens let go.

Thud.

Captain America fell heavily to the ground, too injured and exhausted to fight back.

Allens extended his right hand. Behind him, the phantom image of the God of Mischief appeared, shimmering with divine green light. A glowing scepter materialized in Allens’ grip.

With one swift motion—

Shhk.

The scepter pierced straight through Captain America’s chest. Blood splattered across the frozen air, hanging motionless for a heartbeat before trickling down his armor. Rogers’ eyes widened, pupils dilating. Even a Super Soldier couldn’t survive a pierced heart.

Steve Rogers—Captain America—was dead.

Allens withdrew the scepter, glancing at the body with indifference.

“Wanda,” he murmured, turning toward the red-haired woman encased in anti-Thor armor nearby, “my little sweetheart.”

He brushed his hand over the armor, and the time stasis around her dissolved instantly.
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Chapter 161 Obtaining The Power Of Thor

"Ahem... Is this really the end? Even after gaining Thor’s power, I still couldn’t complete my mission."

Captain America—Steve Rogers—fell to his knees. Mjolnir lay over ten meters away, and without it, the power of Thor faded from his body. The divine lightning dimmed, and the might of Captain Thor vanished.

A bitter smile crept across Rogers’ face. Not to mention Allens—even his subordinate, Wanda—was beyond my reach. How could I possibly stand against a man as brilliant as him?

Just as despair set in, a battered figure emerged from the ruins of the quarantined zone. Thor, limping and covered in dust, trudged toward Mjolnir.

“Mjolnir… my old friend… come on, rise again.”

He gripped the hammer with both hands and strained with all his divine might. But no matter how hard he pulled, Mjolnir didn’t move an inch.

“Damn it! You stubborn old bastard, Odin!”

Thor’s voice cracked with rage and helplessness. He fell to his knees, head tilted toward the storming sky, and roared in frustration.

Asgard.

High above the realms, in the majestic golden halls of the Odin Palace, the All-Father sat silently upon his throne. His single eye reflected the scenes unfolding in Midgard. Though he saw everything, he said nothing.

“Great God-King Odin, Father of All…”

A mocking voice broke the stillness. Standing before the throne was Allens, now disguised in the form of the trickster god Loki. Kneeling on one knee, he looked up with a faint sneer tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Are you… about to enter your slumber?”

Odin’s single eye gleamed with wisdom and exhaustion. He tightened his grip on Gungnir, the Eternal Spear, and spoke gravely.

“Loki, my child. Your brother has lost his worthiness to inherit the throne. You were meant to take his place… yet now, he faces great danger. I need your help.”

“Is Thor in trouble, then?” Allens asked smoothly, though his tone carried a knowing edge.

He already knew Odin’s so-called “Odin Sleep” wasn’t truly near—it was only a pretense. The real slumber wouldn’t come until after the events of Thor: The Dark World.

Odin sighed heavily. “Loki, my son. I will soon fall into deep sleep… but I do not wish for your brother to perish in Midgard. You must bring Thor back to Asgard.”

The old king’s tone was weary but resolute. What had begun as a trial for his son had spiraled far beyond his control. Now, for Thor’s safety, Odin entrusted Loki with the task.

“I understand,” Allens replied with a faint smile. “I’ll see it done.”

With that, he rose to his feet. A surge of divine power shimmered around him, forming a dark green battle suit with a flowing antlered cloak. He turned sharply and strode out of the palace.

Odin watched him go, his expression unreadable. Then, in a low, cold voice, he spoke to the shadow behind him.

“Heimdall. Watch Loki closely. If he dares act against Asgard—take my spear and kill him.”

The ever-loyal Heimdall stepped forward from the shadows, kneeling on one knee. Gungnir floated from Odin’s grasp, suspended before him. Heimdall reached out and took the weapon, bowing deeply.

“Yes, All-Father.”

In the next instant, he vanished from sight.

Outside the palace, Allens paused mid-step. He turned back, gazing at the towering golden structure of Odin’s Hall. Raising one hand, he extended a single finger and tapped the air lightly.

“Heh. Let’s see how this works… Time Manipulation—Time Acceleration.”

A wicked grin curved across his face as ripples of temporal energy swept through the palace.

Inside, Odin’s eye suddenly snapped open.

“Loki… you dare?!” His voice echoed with fury. “This power—it’s time magic! Damn it, where did that fool learn it? He’s accelerating the flow of time around the entire palace!”

Odin clenched his fist, releasing a surge of divine energy to resist the temporal distortion. But time magic was unlike any power of the Nine Realms—it was primal, unyielding. Even the All-Father struggled against it.

His vision blurred. His body grew heavy. The flow of time within him began to spiral out of control.

“Frigga…” he murmured weakly. “I… I’m about to fall into the Odin Sleep. Be careful…”

Streams of divine energy enveloped his body as a crystalline sarcophagus formed around him. His words faded before he could warn her further. He knew Frigga’s greatest love was for Loki—and telling her now would change nothing.

Odin’s eyes closed. And this time, his slumber was not by choice.

Meanwhile, on the Rainbow Bridge, Bifrost, Allens stood before Heimdall.

“Heimdall. Activate Bifrost. I need passage to Midgard.”

Heimdall’s golden eyes narrowed. Though he’d been ordered to kill Loki if needed, he obeyed the All-Father’s last command without question. Wordlessly, he turned and opened the Bifrost.

Allens’ lips curved faintly as he noticed Gungnir in Heimdall’s grasp.

A single nano-sized particle detached from his armor, landing discreetly on the Bifrost control mechanism—so small that even Heimdall’s all-seeing eyes couldn’t detect it.

With a low hum, the bridge activated.

Boom.

Allens stepped into the torrent of light, vanishing from Asgard.

Moments later, on a deserted plain in New Mexico, glowing runes ignited on the ground. In their center stood Allens, looking up at the sky.

Though Heimdall’s gaze was beyond mortal sight, Allens could feel it.

“Now’s not the time to reveal myself,” he murmured, eyes darkening.

His body shimmered with green light—and in the blink of an eye, he reappeared beside the fallen Mjolnir.

He looked down at Thor, battered and broken, and smirked.

“Oh, my dear brother. You really are pitiful.”

Thor lifted his head weakly, eyes filled with desperate hope. “Brother… you’ve come to bring me home?”

“No,” Allens said coldly, his expression unreadable. “I’ve come to reclaim Mjolnir.”

The faint light in Thor’s eyes went out. His face twisted with disbelief and fury.

But Allens didn’t even glance at him again. He stepped forward, knelt beside the hammer, and slowly reached out his right hand—resting it on the handle of Mjolnir.
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Chapter 1066: Physical Strength Gradually Recovers

A gasp of tension caught in everyone’s throat, but it quickly turned into a sigh of relief and excitement.
Su Luo had raised his arm just in time, deflecting the ball over the baseline with a powerful block.

The audience erupted into thunderous cheers, and the Golden Storm Stadium was instantly filled with joy.

Robert and Hagen high-fived from their positions on the pitch, celebrating the crucial save.

In the stands, Emily—who had been covering her mouth nervously—finally exhaled, though her heart was still racing with tension.

Meanwhile, Su Luo sprinted across the lush green of the Golden Storm Stadium.

He swiftly slipped through Bayern’s defensive line, linking defense and attack seamlessly.
With astonishing control and agility, he sidestepped Bayern’s tackles, his footwork sharp and precise.

The atmosphere in the stadium grew increasingly intense—every spectator’s gaze was fixed on him.

Su Luo could feel the weight of their expectations pressing upon him, urging him to create another miracle.
Emily sat in the stands, her eyes locked on Su Luo, silently praying for him to break the deadlock.

But as the match drew toward the end of the second half, Su Luo’s stamina began to fade.

The relentless running and fierce physical battles had drained his energy.
Still, a fierce determination welled up inside him—he swore to give everything he had left to change the game.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should use the system to exchange for a stamina potion.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, but he steadied himself, eyes sweeping across the entire stadium.
There were no words—only pure belief burning in his heart.

Then, spotting a loose ball after a foul, Su Luo quickly analyzed the field situation.

He noticed Bayern’s players regrouping for a counterattack while his own teammates struggled to hold them back.
His mind briefly lingered on the stamina potion—an item from the system capable of restoring his strength instantly.

However, he couldn’t help but worry whether using it would harm his body later.

As Su Luo hesitated, fatigue crept deeper into his bones, as though every ounce of energy was being drained from within.

He looked around and saw Robert and Hagen still fighting desperately to block Bayern’s advance, but his body was reaching its limit.

In the stands, Emily clasped her hands tightly, feeling his exhaustion as if it were her own.

With the final whistle approaching, Bayern’s attacks became more aggressive, pressing Dortmund back.

Su Luo knew he had to make a decision—now or never.

At that critical moment, he clenched his fists and made up his mind.
He would give himself one last chance.

Every time he performed beyond his limits, he paid a price—and now, he was ready to pay it again.

As the system’s energy surged through him, Su Luo felt his strength rapidly return.
He stood tall, scanning the pitch, feeling the renewed power coursing through his veins.

That energy reignited his fighting spirit, and even the Bayern players could sense the pressure radiating from him.

They remembered Su Luo’s brilliance earlier in the match—the way he had made them pay heavily for every mistake.
Now, seeing the fire in his eyes again, their confidence wavered.

The air on the field grew thick and tense, like the calm before a storm.

Su Luo raised his arm and signaled for his teammates to regroup.

Robert and Hagen immediately rushed over. Their eyes met, filled with mutual understanding.

There was no need for words—none were necessary at such a crucial moment.
The trust and determination shining in their eyes said everything.

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Chapter 1,065 I Will Defend This Penalty Kick!

He could feel the expectations of his teammates and the fans around him, and that belief drove him to become even stronger.

Boom! The ball smashed into Su Luo’s outstretched arm and shoulder before glancing past the post and flying out over the baseline.

A roar erupted through the stadium — the Golden Storm Stadium suddenly exploded with cheers.

Su Luo turned and smiled at his teammates. They stood tall and applauded him with excitement.

“Well done, Su Luo!”

Robert stepped forward and gave him a firm slap on the back.

“You defended our goal perfectly!”

Su Luo nodded, but deep inside, he felt the rising weight of pressure. It spread from the pit of his stomach and settled heavily in his chest.

He understood that his performance at this moment would determine the direction of the match.

All hopes were pinned on him.

The referee signaled for the penalty kick to begin. Su Luo adjusted his stance, standing firm and confident in front of the goal.

The whistle blew, and the game resumed.

Su Luo remained calm, his eyes locked on the opponent preparing to take the shot. He was certain he had the ability to save it.

Though tension rippled through the crowd, Su Luo’s heart was steady.

He spoke silently to himself, encouraging his spirit:
“You can do it, Su Luo. You’re the core of Dortmund — you have unmatched strength and belief. Hold this penalty. Don’t let it through.”

Su Luo’s gaze stayed fixed on the shooter. The thunderous cheers around him faded into the background — nothing could shake his focus.

His eyes shone with confidence. He knew that only by staying calm and concentrated could he bring out his very best.

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Chapter 38

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters — Nick Fury’s Office

Two agents stood stiffly in front of Nick Fury’s desk, brought in by Natasha Romanoff herself.

Neither of them knew why they’d been summoned.

After all, their clearance was only Level 4 — mid-tier agents at best. They were nobodies in the vast hierarchy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Just as confusion settled between them, Nick Fury slowly raised his head. His one good eye fixed on them like a hawk’s glare.

“Who sent you to monitor Linen?” he asked coldly.

The two agents froze. Their faces went pale.

The order to keep tabs on Linen had come from Agent Sitwell, but as far as they knew, their surveillance hadn’t been discovered.

There were countless agents in S.H.I.E.L.D.—why would the Director himself single them out?

But now that they’d been exposed, they couldn’t risk naming Sitwell — one of Hydra’s key men within S.H.I.E.L.D.

The two exchanged a quick glance.

Then, in perfect sync, they drew their pistols and fired at Nick Fury.

Bang!
Bang!

But Fury didn’t even flinch. The rounds never hit him — both agents screamed as their wrists were shot through by Natasha, who had already anticipated their move.

Their guns clattered to the floor. Fury’s expression darkened.

Natasha had only suggested testing them — she hadn’t expected to find an actual problem.

“Damn it,” she muttered. “Just like in the video… looks like S.H.I.E.L.D. can’t be trusted after all. The only question is—what’s worse? This ‘quagmire’ or the Red Room?”

At that, Fury’s expression hardened even more.

He remembered what the “Spoiler System” had shown — a glimpse of the future where Linen had warned Natasha that S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised.

And he knew she was right.

No matter how corrupt S.H.I.E.L.D. might be, it was still cleaner than the Red Room—but if Hydra had infiltrated this deep...

The implications were terrifying.

“Natasha,” Fury said grimly, “I want you to find out who’s behind them — whatever it takes. I’m authorizing you to use the Hive device.”

The moment Fury mentioned the Hive, the agents’ faces turned ghostly white.

Other agents might not know what the Hive was, but they did.

Hydra had its own version of that technology — a neural torture interface. If Fury used it on them, they’d spill everything.

Without hesitation, both agents bit down hard on the poison capsules hidden in their molars.

Within seconds, they collapsed to the floor, foaming at the mouth.

Fury slammed his fist on the desk. “Son of a bitch!”

Natasha crouched to inspect the bodies. “Cyanide,” she confirmed. “Whoever sent them isn’t some small-time player.”

Fury’s jaw tightened. “Get out for now, Natasha. And forget this happened.”

She frowned but nodded. “Understood.”

She left, though she could tell from Fury’s face that he’d already guessed who was behind it.

Ten Minutes Later

Alexander Pierce entered the office, smiling faintly.

“What’s this about, Nick? You drag me all the way here to look at two corpses?”

Fury gestured to the bodies. “These two tried to kill me after I questioned them. They were low-level agents, but something’s not right.”

Pierce’s smile faded.

“You think Hydra’s involved?”

Fury leaned back, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “The way they acted, the suicide method — it all reminds me of the old days.”

“I thought we wiped out Hydra decades ago,” he said quietly. “But now… I don’t know how deep they’ve gotten into S.H.I.E.L.D.”

He looked up at Pierce, his tone grave. “Pierce, you know I trust you with my life. Hell, I’d take a bullet for you. I need your help.”

Pierce paused, then nodded slowly.

“If Hydra really has its claws in S.H.I.E.L.D., that’s a disaster waiting to happen,” he said. “Those lunatics want to tear down order and rule the world. If they’re back, we can’t let them breathe.”

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a slow trail of smoke.

“As Director, you can’t move too openly,” he continued. “You’ll tip them off. Leave the digging to me, Nick. Let’s remind Hydra that I might be old — but I’m not dead.”

For the first time in a while, Fury smiled.

Seeing the old fire in his friend’s eyes gave him a sense of relief.

“Then I’m counting on you, Pierce.”

“Don’t worry,” Pierce said, straightening his suit. “I’ll give you a full report soon.”

He turned and strode out of the office, his steps steady and confident.

Fury watched him go, exhaling slowly.

Good thing I had Natasha contact Linen when I did, he thought. If Hydra’s really back, we’ll need every advantage we can get.

If he hadn’t found the clues early — if his most trusted ally wasn’t still willing to fight — then maybe, just maybe, the future would play out exactly like the one he saw in that video…

A future where S.H.I.E.L.D. is destroyed.

He pressed the comm. “Hill, get in here. Clean up the bodies.”

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Chapter 37

In a small alley in New York.

"Help... Help...!"

Linen, who had just bought some takeout and was about to drive home, stopped when he heard a woman’s desperate cry for help echoing from the alley.

The voice sounded familiar—he was sure he’d heard it somewhere before.

Placing the takeout bag on the roof of his car, Linen walked toward the alley without hesitation.

Inside the narrow alley, a beautiful young woman with a graceful figure and sweet features was staring in terror at three burly men closing in on her.

She stumbled backward in panic, but they quickly surrounded her.

“Please... please let me go. I can give you money—just don’t hurt me!”

The men only sneered. One of them, a tall man with tattoos, pulled out a dagger and pressed the blade against her cheek.

Feeling the icy touch of steel on her skin, the girl’s legs gave out and she nearly collapsed.

“Haha, boss, this one’s a real prize,” one of them said with a leering grin. “Been a long time since I’ve seen a girl this fine. Why don’t we take her back to the warehouse? Mr. Collins will pay big for her once you’re done.”

He smirked and added, “You know how it goes—plenty of people vanish in the States every year, nobody bats an eye. Even if the cops get involved, Deputy Director Alex will wipe the security footage. He gets plenty from us to keep quiet!”

The leader looked the terrified girl up and down, then gave a satisfied nod. “What are you waiting for? Take her back. I’ll have my fun first, then you can take turns.”

The man who suggested it grinned wickedly and reached out to grab her arm.

“No... help... please!”

Hearing their conversation, the girl—Lily—felt true despair. She knew that once they took her away, her fate would be worse than death.

“Shut up!” The man slapped her hard across the face.

“If you keep struggling, I’ll cut your face off!” he snarled.

The blow left Lily dizzy. Before she could react, the man yanked her by the arm, dragging her toward the alley’s darker end.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Just when she thought all hope was lost, a figure appeared at the mouth of the alley, blocking their path.

“What the hell are you looking at? Get lost before I gut you!” one of the thugs barked, brandishing his dagger.

“Linen?!” Lily gasped in shock and relief. “Run! Linen, call the police!”

Her first instinct wasn’t to ask for help, but to protect him.

She knew Linen from school—popular, athletic, and good-hearted—but she also knew he wasn’t armed. Facing three armed thugs could easily get him killed.

Linen, however, froze for a moment in surprise.

He hadn’t expected the voice he heard to belong to Lily, a junior at the State University of New York.

She was famous on campus—not just for her beauty and wealthy background, but also for her kindness. She helped anyone in need, yet wasn’t naive or pretentious. The perfect example of a “beautiful, rich, and kind” girl.

No wonder half the guys in school were crazy about her.

“Boss, looks like this guy knows the girl,” one of the thugs muttered. “We’d better take him too. If he calls the cops, we’re screwed.”

The leader sneered and raised his knife. “Bad luck for you, kid.”

Without hesitation, he lunged forward, aiming straight for Linen’s throat—a killing blow.

Lily shut her eyes in horror, certain Linen was about to die because of her.

But instead of the sound of a blade cutting flesh, there was a sharp crack—followed by the gang leader’s scream.

[Side Quest Triggered: Blood Parrot Gang]
[Description: The Blood Parrot Gang specializes in kidnapping and human trafficking, linked to organ dealers and the dark web.]
[Objective: Eliminate the entire Blood Parrot Gang. Leave no survivors.]
[Reward: Immediate enhancement of one ability.]

Linen had caught the man’s arm mid-strike—and snapped it like a twig.

As the gang leader howled in pain, the system’s mechanical voice echoed in Linen’s mind.

He blinked in surprise. A side quest?

He had only come to rescue Lily, but it seemed fortune had other plans.

Seeing their boss’s arm hanging limp, the remaining two thugs released Lily and charged at Linen with their daggers drawn.

“Heh… real gangsters use guns,” Linen said coldly. “And you clowns show up with knives? Pathetic.”

He stepped forward and drove a powerful punch straight into one man’s chest. The blow caved in his sternum, sending him sprawling.

Though Linen’s power leaned toward the mystical, he’d grown up in the streets under the Digital Gang. Hand-to-hand combat was second nature to him—and his physical strength was easily twice that of a normal human.

The three gangsters never stood a chance.

Lily could only stare in disbelief as Linen dispatched them in seconds.

Then, overcome with emotion, she ran to him and threw her arms around his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

The shock and fear of nearly being kidnapped overwhelmed her, and she cried as though the floodgates had opened.

“It’s okay, senior,” Linen said gently, patting her back. “Let’s get out of here first.”

The three men lay groaning on the ground, clutching their broken limbs as Linen led Lily out of the alley.

He couldn’t kill them—not in front of her.

But once they turned the corner, before the gangsters could even get up, three skeletal warriors emerged silently from a black portal.

Their bone blades flashed once, piercing each thug through the heart.

Without a word, the undead dragged the corpses into the portal—and vanished.

Moments later, the alley was spotless, not a drop of blood left behind.

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Chapter 94 Little Sakura

Not to mention, among the Uchiha clan, only Uchiha Sasuke was left.

Sarutobi Hiruzen was about to get angry, but he saw the sneer on the Cloud Shinobi Village messenger’s face.

It was like being splashed with a bucket of cold water.

What could Konoha possibly do now? Start a war with Cloud Shinobi Village?

Naruto had already left Konoha. Without the Jinchūriki and the Nine Tails, they were vulnerable.

If a war broke out, Cloud Shinobi Village would definitely take advantage of them.

By then, in order to calm the conflict, the price they’d have to pay wouldn’t just be one or two people.

Just as Sarutobi Hiruzen was trying to calm himself and think—

A crisp, confident voice came from outside the door.

“Cloud Shinobi Village sure has a big appetite. Aren’t you afraid you’ll choke to death?”

Boom!

The office door was kicked open.

Several figures walked in from outside.

The leader was a woman holding a unique weapon.

Behind her stood three young girls.

Shizune, Ino, and Haruno Sakura.

There was no doubt—the person who had just stormed into the Hokage’s office was Tsunade.

Her sudden appearance made both Sarutobi Hiruzen and the Cloud Shinobi messenger freeze for a moment.

Then—

Sarutobi Hiruzen’s face lit up with joy.

“Tsunade, you’ve returned to the village?” he asked in surprise.

With Tsunade back, Konoha finally had someone to speak for them.

The Cloud Shinobi messenger forced a smile, suddenly feeling a little nervous.

This time, he had come to Konoha with the intention of causing trouble.

He originally thought he’d only be bullying an old man—so he was confident.

But he hadn’t expected Tsunade to appear halfway through.

Tsunade was nothing like Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Hiruzen was old and cautious, but even though Tsunade wasn’t young, she was anything but timid.

As one of the Legendary Sannin, she had survived countless battles against the so-called demigods of the ninja world!

After all these years of training, no one could say for sure just how strong Tsunade had become.

The Cloud Shinobi messenger froze on the spot.

Tsunade didn’t plan to let him go easily. She crossed her arms and asked coldly, “What did you just say?”

The messenger forced a smile, awkwardly changing his original tone.

“Ah, yes… I came under orders from Lord Raikage, representing Cloud Shinobi Village. We intend to form an alliance through marriage with Konoha.”

“If Konoha agrees, all past unpleasantness will be wiped away.”

Tsunade sneered, crossing her arms as she waited for him to continue.

Seeing her expression, the messenger started to get annoyed.

What’s she acting so high and mighty for?

Isn’t she just one of the Sannin?

I’ve already backed down.

You’re not a Jinchūriki or a tailed beast.

I’ve already compromised, and you still won’t step down?

Do you really think Cloud Shinobi Village is easy to mess with?

Even if Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Orochimaru all returned to Konoha at the same time—

Without any tailed beasts, Konoha still wouldn’t stand a chance against Cloud Shinobi Village, which had two Jinchūriki.

Thinking that, the messenger hardened his tone.

“As long as Konoha agrees to marry Hyūga Hinata to Cloud Shinobi Village, we won’t hold Konoha accountable for its past actions.”

Actually—

Who was worth more, Uchiha Sasuke or Hyūga Hinata?

Of course, Sasuke.

After all, for breeding purposes, men could produce heirs faster.

But Sasuke was the only one left.

Now that Tsunade had returned, the messenger didn’t dare bring him up again.

Tsunade’s expression darkened even more at his words.

But the messenger’s smug, self-satisfied face made her fists itch.

Before she could speak, someone behind her couldn’t take it anymore.

When Haruno Sakura heard that this guy wanted to take advantage of Hinata, she couldn’t help but sneer.

“What kind of system does your Cloud Shinobi Village even have? It’s disgusting!”

The messenger saw that Tsunade and Hiruzen didn’t say anything, and instead, a mere girl spoke up.

He looked at her with contempt. “Oh? And who are you? Do you even have the right to speak on behalf of Konoha?”

“I…” Haruno Sakura faltered for a moment.

Sarutobi Hiruzen quickly gave Tsunade a meaningful look.

Tsunade also glanced at Sakura, signaling her to stay quiet.

But Haruno Sakura was known for her stubbornness—

Especially when it came to anything involving Naruto.

Ignoring Ino tugging at her sleeve, she said sharply, “If your Cloud Shinobi Village dares to touch Hinata, aren’t you afraid Naruto will send a few Tailed Beast Bombs your way in the middle of the night?”

The messenger was about to explode.

A little brat dared to talk back to him!

But as soon as he heard the words Naruto and Tailed Beast Bomb, he froze.

He frowned. “What did you just say? Hyūga Hinata knows the Nine Tails’ Jinchūriki?”

Sakura snorted. “Of course! They’re engaged!”

“Naruto is incredibly strong, and now you dare to provoke him? Maybe you’ve got a death wish!”

The messenger went pale.

Naruto’s power was already well-known.

Just look at his record—

He’d easily defeated Shukaku, a perfect Jinchūriki.

And Shukaku ranked among the strongest of the tailed beasts.

Plus, Naruto himself was the perfect Nine Tails’ Jinchūriki.

Although his battles with the Akatsuki hadn’t been made public, and no one knew much about that organization—

Even from what was known, it wasn’t hard to see that Naruto’s strength was already close to that of a Kage.

And he was still young—still growing stronger.

It was definitely not wise to offend a rising star who might soon surpass Kage-level combat power.

The messenger’s expression darkened, and he quickly changed his tone again.

“Then… Konoha must hand over Uchiha Sasuke instead!”

Haruno Sakura sneered again.

Ino’s scalp went numb as she watched, wanting to stop her.

She reached for Sakura’s arm, but Sakura brushed her off.

Ino: “…”

Sister, can you please stop being so stubborn?

Even the Hokage and Tsunade wouldn’t say such things without careful thought!

But Sakura was relentless, her anger blazing.

“You must have a death wish! Sasuke is Naruto’s disciple. Do you really think Naruto would let you lay a hand on him?”

The messenger’s expression twisted like he’d just eaten something foul.

Sarutobi Hiruzen and Tsunade exchanged glances, instantly understanding each other’s thoughts.

Let Sakura talk however she wants.

If something happens, we’ll just say she’s young and impulsive.

If nothing happens, we’ll back her up.

Either way, there’s no loss—and it’ll disgust the Cloud messenger even more.

Backed into a corner by Haruno Sakura, the messenger finally snapped.

“Fine! We, Cloud Shinobi Village, have no interest in the blood of the Uchiha or Hyūga clans, nor in any bloodline limits!”

“Looking at you, you must be Tsunade-sama’s disciple, right?”

“For the sake of peace between our two villages, you should make some… sacrifices.”

Sakura saw the man’s disgusting expression and smirked.

“Then you’re really barking up the wrong tree. I’m Naruto’s official wife!”

You?

What a foolish little girl!

The messenger rolled his eyes so hard he nearly fainted.

What kind of monster was this Naruto?

Why did everyone seem to be connected to him somehow?

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Chapter 93 Two Bedrooms, One Living Room, One Kitchen And One Bathroom

Where are you going?

In the dark room, Naruto fell into deep thought.

Run to Sunagakure?
Forget it.

Now that Naruto was with Karin, that wasn’t an option.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, Naruto had to face the truth — he was kind of a scumbag.

After spending these days together, Karin had been extremely proactive.
Naruto had to admit he couldn’t really resist her enthusiasm.

If that hot-headed girl Temari found out about it… who knew what would happen?

Then go back to Konoha?
That wasn’t a good idea either.

The current Konoha wasn’t the Konoha Naruto once loved.
For now, he had no intention of returning.

As for the Land of Lightning and the Land of Water, Naruto ruled them out immediately.

And there was that guy from the Akatsuki — Zetsu, who could hide himself through any kind of vegetation.
If Naruto wanted to avoid being discovered by him, he could only go somewhere without plants — like a desert.

Sunagakure was too risky, so his only remaining option was the Land of Earth.

Having made up his mind, Naruto activated Kagura’s Mind Eye, searching for one of his Flying Thunder God seals.

This was something Naruto had discovered by accident — as long as the owner could sense the existence of a Flying Thunder God mark, they could teleport to it.

Before mastering Kagura’s Mind Eye, Naruto’s range for sensing the marks had been limited.
But after learning it, he could now perceive marks several dozen miles away.

That alone had greatly increased the distance he could cover in a single teleportation.

After locating a nearby mark, Naruto woke up Karin and used the Flying Thunder God Technique to escape the Akatsuki’s encirclement.

“Naruto?”

Karin, who had been asleep, suddenly felt the world spinning.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

Panic rose in her chest, but the next moment she saw Naruto standing beside her.

“Naruto-kun?” she asked softly.

Naruto nodded. “It’s me. We were surrounded just now, so we had to leave the Land of Grass.”

“Yeah…” Karin murmured, curling up in Naruto’s arms like a kitten finally finding warmth.

She didn’t ask where they were going — as long as Naruto was there, she felt safe.

Naruto’s mastery of the Flying Thunder God Technique was impressive.
Combined with Kagura’s Mind Eye, his travel speed was astonishing.

The Land of Grass bordered the Land of Earth, so it didn’t take long for them to cross a vast distance and arrive there.

When it came to the cause of the Ninja World Wars, the environment was often the biggest factor.

The Land of Fire was covered in lush forests, full of life and resources.
The Land of Wind was barren desert, poor in resources and slow to develop.
The Land of Earth was mostly rocky wasteland — its development only slightly better than the Land of Wind.
The Land of Lightning was the only one with relatively good conditions.
As for the Land of Water, it was an isolated archipelago, closed off from the rest of the world with very little trade — its development was extremely slow.

In short, the Land of Fire and the Land of Lightning developed far faster than the others.
That imbalance was one of the main reasons wars kept breaking out — every nation wanted more land and resources.

Now, Naruto and Karin had entered the territory of the Land of Earth.

He knew there was someone in the Akatsuki — Zetsu — who was incredibly hard to detect.
So to avoid being discovered, Naruto chose a rocky area with almost no vegetation.

It was extremely remote, surrounded by nothing but stone and silence.
There were no villages nearby, and it was already late at night.

But none of that bothered Naruto.

He looked down at the girl in his arms. “Come down for a second.”

Karin nodded, and Naruto gently placed her on the ground.

Then he walked to a flat spot, raised his hands, and formed several hand seals.

“Wood Style! Two-Bedroom, One-Living Room, One-Kitchen, One-Bathroom Technique!”

Rumble!

A small wooden house rose from the ground.

Although it was made of wood — which Zetsu could potentially use to hide — Naruto wasn’t worried.
Since the Wood Style was his own chakra creation, the moment Zetsu tried to infiltrate, Naruto would sense it immediately.

For now, his plan was to train here quietly until he completed his system tasks.
After that, he would decide what to do next.

Meanwhile, on the other side—

The Akatsuki had begun their operation.

Thanks to Uchiha Itachi’s reports, they were well aware of Naruto’s growing power.
This mission was top secret — and the most critical one yet.

Pain’s Six Paths and all the Akatsuki’s core members were personally involved.

After Zetsu’s scouting, they finally pinpointed Naruto’s location.

But by the time they arrived—

They found the place empty.

Pain’s expression darkened. “The Flying Thunder God Technique?”

He turned coldly toward Zetsu. “Find the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki’s location as soon as possible. I’ll capture him myself when the time comes. The rest of you — continue watching your assigned targets.”

“Yes.”

Inside Konoha Village.

Sarutobi Hiruzen sat in his office, massaging his aching forehead.

The plan he’d made with Yugao had completely failed.

By now, no matter where Naruto was in the ninja world, he would’ve already heard that Yugao had been ostracized because of him.
Yet Naruto hadn’t returned to Konoha — nor had he given Hiruzen the chance to “make amends.”

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

With Naruto gone, Konoha had lost its Jinchūriki.
That, in turn, had drawn the attention of Cloud Village once again.

Their envoy had already arrived at Konoha and was now standing before the Hokage.

Inside the Hokage’s office, the Cloud Village messenger spoke coldly.

“A few years ago, our Cloud envoy was brutally murdered in Konoha — on your orders, Lord Hokage.”

“Now, our Raikage wishes to ask how you intend to handle this matter.”

Hiruzen looked at the man before him, who was clearly trying to provoke him.
He suddenly looked much older, his weary voice carrying a trace of helplessness.

“So… what exactly does the Raikage want?”

The Cloud envoy sneered. “Our intention, of course, is to increase ‘communication’ and strengthen relations between our villages — to prevent further conflict.”

“To that end, our Lord Raikage has a few proposals. Whether you accept them or not, Lord Hokage, is up to you.”

Hiruzen fell silent, already guessing what was coming.

The envoy smirked, sensing the Hokage’s hesitation.

It seems Konoha really has lost its Jinchūriki, he thought. And the one who could control the Tailed Beasts is gone.

Now was the perfect time to strike.

“Our Lord Raikage’s terms are simple,” he declared. “Hand over Uchiha Sasuke and Hyūga Hinata, and we’ll forget your past ‘rudeness.’”

“Otherwise, our Lord Raikage will come to Konoha himself — to demand justice.”

Hiruzen’s eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed in fury.

Good grief…
They wanted two of Konoha’s most gifted bloodline ninjas — the Sharingan and the Byakugan.

Cloud Village’s appetite was truly enormous!

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Chapter 160 Captain Thor Vs. Anti-Thor Wanda

Rumble.

In a small town in New Mexico, dark clouds gathered overhead, and lightning flashed wildly across the sky. The air pressure thickened, heavy and oppressive, as if a storm of divine wrath was about to break loose.

Inside the quarantined farm, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Phil Coulson stared in disbelief at the surveillance feed before him. His right hand instinctively went to the earpiece on his head.

“Sir, we have a problem.”

Coulson immediately connected to S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters in Washington, D.C., and opened a direct line to Director Nick Fury, his tone tense and urgent.

“Coulson,” Fury replied coolly from the Triskelion, “what we deal with at S.H.I.E.L.D. is nothing but problems.”

Coulson’s face darkened. “Sir, this time it’s a big one.”

At his signal, one of the agents beside him switched the live feed directly to Fury’s office. For a moment, there was complete silence.

Fury’s expression hardened. His single eye narrowed as his gloved hand clenched tightly into a fist.

On the monitor before him, *Captain America—Steve Rogers—*stood wreathed in thunder and lightning, facing off against someone wearing a blue Iron Man–style armor.

“F***! Tony Stark’s been replaced! When the hell did this happen?”

Fury’s composure snapped. He slammed his fist against the desk. Seeing the footage of Stark—no, of a woman in an Iron Man suit—made the truth hit him like a thunderbolt. Tony Stark was likely already dead.

“Coulson,” Fury growled coldly, “stop him.”

“Which side, sir?” Coulson frowned. Both figures on-screen—Rogers and the armored opponent—were beyond understanding.

“Both sides,” Fury said, his voice sharp as steel.

Coulson’s eyes widened. Even for him, that order was unexpected.

“Yes, sir.”

Though shocked, Coulson obeyed without hesitation. Cutting the comm, he gestured to his team. “Move in! Target both hostiles!”

Moments later, in the center of the farm’s isolation zone, Captain America—now clad in divine Asgardian armor—held Mjolnir in his right hand and his Vibranium shield in his left. Lightning crackled around him as he glared at the blue-armored opponent before him.

Boom!

Thor Rogers swung Mjolnir, propelling himself forward with blinding speed. In an instant, he was upon his foe—Scarlet Witch Wanda—and brought the hammer down, lightning bursting with terrifying force.

Crackle!

The current surged through Wanda’s anti-Thor armor, but instead of damage, she only smiled coldly.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the lightning absorption module.”

Under her command, the armor glowed with a deep blue hue. The electricity crawling across its surface was drawn inward and absorbed completely.

Boom!

Wanda raised her hand, releasing the stored lightning as a focused beam. It slammed directly into Captain Thor’s chest.

Bang!

The impact sent him flying, smashing through a wall and crashing into the open field beyond.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., Thunder Mode.”

Her tone was almost playful. Lightning surged around her as the armor’s thrusters ignited, roaring with blue-white energy. In an instant, she vanished from sight.

Whoosh!

A flash of light appeared above the dazed Captain Thor. Wanda raised her right hand, and swarms of nanoparticles formed a nano-Mjolnir, which she hurled downward.

Boom!

Rogers barely managed to raise his Vibranium shield in time. The impact shook the air, sending shockwaves across the ground. Even with his shield, Rogers was smashed into the dirt with bone-jarring force.

“Thor? Too weak.”

The visor of the anti-Thor armor lifted, revealing Wanda’s face—cold, composed, and beautiful. From her back, an X-shaped energy array unfolded, while several floating circular rings appeared, humming with power.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The floating rings locked into formation above her, glowing as a surge of destructive energy gathered.

“Negative Pressure Thunder Particle Cannon—fire.”

A massive purple energy beam shot downward, carrying pure annihilating force.

Rumble!

The sky churned as Captain Thor raised Mjolnir high, channeling every ounce of divine lightning into the hammer. A colossal blue energy column roared upward to meet the beam.

But the moment they collided—

Sizzle!

The blue lightning began to disintegrate. The purple energy devoured it effortlessly, destabilizing and consuming everything in its path.

“F***! Has Allens’ technology really advanced this far?”

Realizing his attack was being overpowered, Captain Thor lifted his shield again, crouching low and bracing for impact.

BOOM!

The explosion shook the earth. A blinding mushroom cloud rose from the farm, and a powerful shockwave tore through the isolation zone, blasting S.H.I.E.L.D. agents off their feet.

Cough… cough.

At the blast’s center, Captain Thor’s armor was shattered, his body bloodied and scorched. Mjolnir lay several meters away, and blood dripped from his mouth. Though the Vibranium shield remained intact, its once-polished surface was scorched black.

“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate Hunting Mode.”

In midair, Wanda Maximoff hovered in her blue anti-Thor armor, her hands glowing with scarlet light. The X-shaped reactor on her back began charging, as a brilliant crimson energy sphere formed between her palms, ready to strike again.
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Chapter 159 The Birth Of Captain Thor Rogers

"Hey, hey, you b*****d… don’t touch my hammer!"

In New Mexico, what used to be a quiet farm had now become a S.H.I.E.L.D. quarantine zone. At the center of the zone, Thor stood fuming as he watched Captain America Rogers place his right hand on Mjolnir.

"Sorry, Thor. I need this hammer right now."

Holding Mjolnir tightly, Captain Rogers’ expression was grave. Though there was a hint of apology in his tone, his resolve was unshakable.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

Rogers’ actions immediately caught the attention of Phil Coulson, monitoring from the control room. Seeing Rogers’ strange behavior, Coulson grew alert and questioned him sharply.

"Phil Coulson, I’m sorry I lied."

Activating the comm in his ear, Rogers’ face showed a flicker of guilt. But his next words completely stunned Coulson.

"Wait, wait—Captain Rogers, what do you mean?"

Even Coulson, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s elite, couldn’t process what Rogers had just said.

"I once told you that I’d stopped Brain Allens," Rogers said, his eyes gleaming. "But after my investigation, I found out I was wrong…"

Originally, Rogers believed he had exiled Allens. But through careful analysis, he discovered that the intelligent being known as Brain Allens had been hiding nearby all along.

“Shit… what’s going on?”

Under Thor’s astonished gaze, Rogers gripped Mjolnir tighter—causing it to tremble slightly.

"Captain Rogers, what do you mean by all this?"

Watching from the monitor, Coulson felt things spiraling out of control. The Captain America who had come from the future seemed to have his own independent mission.

Crackling!

Electric arcs surged from Mjolnir, running down Rogers’ arm.

Boom!

A flash of brilliant blue lightning erupted from Mjolnir, shooting straight into the sky. Dark clouds gathered above the New Mexico town, and the atmosphere became heavy and suffocating.

Boom! Boom!

Bolts of lightning rained down, enveloping Rogers’ body. His frame crackled with power as golden divine armor condensed around him.

"F**! Damn b****d—he took my power!"

Thor’s face twisted with rage. His fists clenched so tightly the veins bulged from his arms. Just as he tried to charge forward, a ball of lightning struck him, hurling him against a nearby wall.

"Odin, the All-Father, cast an enchantment—whoever lifts Mjolnir shall possess the power of Thor. And now… I lift it."

The lightning slowly faded as Rogers’ golden armor transformed into a battle suit resembling his Captain America uniform. With Mjolnir in his right hand and his vibranium shield in his left, he radiated unstoppable power.

"Thor, I’m borrowing your strength. I have to kill Brain Allens—if I don’t, this world will end."

The newly empowered Captain Thor Rogers approached Thor, who struggled weakly on the ground. Rogers raised Mjolnir slightly, and a small lightning bolt struck Thor’s neck—knocking him unconscious.

Bzzzt!

After glancing at the fallen god, Rogers spun Mjolnir in his hand. Lightning burst around him, propelling him into the sky as he soared toward the Stark Tower.

With Thor’s power coursing through him, Rogers’ strength and speed increased dramatically. He might not have a divine body, but combined with Mjolnir and its lightning, he felt confident he could even match Captain Marvel—or the future Thor himself.

Boom!

Thunder split the sky above Stark Tower as Rogers descended in a flash of lightning, landing heavily on the open-air helipad.

Crackle…

Raising Mjolnir high, bolts of lightning radiated outward, striking the ground and shattering a nearby wall with a deafening roar.

"Hey, Captain Rogers—long time no see."

From behind the destroyed wall, Scarlet Witch Wanda, wearing a nano battle suit disguised as Tony Stark, smiled slyly, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand.

"Hmph, drop the act, Brain Allens. Tony Stark was brilliant, but he could never build a Sentry-class battle suit."

Rogers’ eyes hardened. He had long suspected something was off about this version of Tony Stark. After careful investigation, he confirmed the truth—Tony Stark was dead, and the man before him was merely Brain Allens in disguise.

"Mr. Allens, I appear to be exposed."

Wanda touched her forehead lightly, and psychic waves pulsed outward—piercing across realms until they reached Allens’ mind in Asgard’s realm.

"Wanda, my dear," Allens’ voice purred. "Stick to the plan. Captain Rogers is no longer useful. Kill him."

Sitting atop his dark throne in the Palace of the Evil God, Allens smiled wickedly. With a wave of his hand, a dimensional portal opened before him. Stepping through it, he vanished from Asgard—reappearing on Earth.

"Leave it to me, Dr. Allens."

A grin curled across Wanda’s lips. Her disguise dissolved like liquid metal, revealing her true form—the Scarlet Witch.

"Captain Thor Rogers," she said coldly, her crimson eyes gleaming with power, "this world is getting more interesting. But anyone who stands against Mr. Allens… will die."

Raising her left hand, a three-dimensional holographic ring projected above her wrist.

"The power of Thor, huh? Perfect time to test Dr. Allens’ anti-Thor armor."

With a quick tap, her nano suit began to shift. The armor morphed into a blue thunder-charged form, lightning symbols flashing across her arms and chest as power surged through her entire body.
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Chapter 1064 Never Miss A Good Opportunity

Su Luo and Barrios held the line in midfield, stabilizing Dortmund’s defense and keeping the team organized.

They kept a close eye on the opponent’s attacks, staying sharp and focused at all times.

On the sidelines, Emily watched nervously, her heart pounding as she cheered desperately for Su Luo and Barrios.

In her eyes, this was the crucial moment — the team needed the cooperation of Su Luo and Barrios to protect their goal.

“Come on, Su Luo! Come on, Barrios! You can do it!” Emily shouted, hoping to give them strength and confidence.

Su Luo heard Emily’s voice and felt her expectations. He glanced toward her and gave a faint smile.

He understood that he carried the heavy responsibility for his team’s success or failure.

“Don’t give them an inch! Let’s fight for this defense together!” Su Luo shouted, rallying his teammates.

Barrios responded immediately, “We have to give everything — our skills, our teamwork. No matter what, we won’t let them break through!”

Dortmund’s momentum rose again. Under the command of Su Luo and Barrios, they repeatedly fended off their opponents’ attacks.

Even though they were at a numerical disadvantage, they still managed to maintain their composure and advantage.

Su Luo and Barrios worked seamlessly together, creating space for each other while supporting their teammates on defense and counterattack.

They trusted one another, exchanging glances filled with determination.

The game continued to shift dynamically.

Spotting an opening, Su Luo quickly passed the ball to Barrios.

Barrios received it, sprinted forward, and broke through the opponent’s defense.

He gathered all his strength and unleashed a powerful shot at the critical moment.

The ball smashed against the crossbar with a loud clang.

Su Luo felt a flicker of regret, but his heart remained full of determination.

“Don’t be discouraged! Keep it up!” he shouted to his teammates.

The match was every bit as difficult as they had expected, but every Dortmund player was giving their all.

They weren’t crushed by adversity — instead, their fighting spirit burned even brighter.

Under Su Luo’s leadership, Dortmund held their ground.

The players worked closely together, moving as one and maintaining perfect coordination.

Still, Su Luo felt the pressure mounting. He knew that if their opponents managed to score from a penalty, it would put Dortmund in a dangerous position.

He watched as the opposing player prepared to take the shot, immediately adjusting his stance and focus, ready to react at any moment.

The atmosphere in the Golden Storm Stadium was electric with tension.

Su Luo’s eyes burned with determination. His desire to win surged — he was resolved to protect his goal no matter what.

Behind him, Robert could feel Su Luo’s resolve and pressure. He clapped and nodded in encouragement.

Hagen also offered his unwavering support and confidence.

Now, with only the opposing player — Qian Zhaozhao — standing before him to take the penalty, time seemed to slow for Su Luo.

He focused every bit of his concentration on this one moment.

The opposing player took two steps and fired the ball toward the bottom left corner with all his strength.

Su Luo sprang into motion, diving in that direction.

The entire stadium held its breath, watching as the scene unfolded in slow motion.

Su Luo’s hands brushed the ball — it was about to change direction and head into the net — but he twisted his body, stretching to his limit, refusing to give up.

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Chapter 1063: Must Stand Up

He quickly checked Thomson’s data through the system. Known as the “Storm Man,” Thomson was famous for using his physical strength and size advantage to overpower defenders.

Su Luo understood that only by effectively neutralizing Thomson could the team maintain their lead.

Thomson, brimming with confidence and fighting spirit, charged at Dortmund’s defense with lightning speed.

Hagen stayed close to him, keeping tight defensive pressure to limit his movement.

Facing Thomson’s height and strength, Hagen knew he needed to time his challenges perfectly to intercept the ball.

The match raged on as both sides clashed fiercely on the pitch.

Su Luo used sharp eye signals to direct his teammates, urging them to hold their formation and counterattack at the right moment.

Barrios and Robert surged down the wings, attempting to dismantle the opposition’s defense through rapid passing.

“Hagen! Hold on! We need to stabilize the situation!” Su Luo shouted to rally his teammates.

Though the match was still tense and difficult, he firmly believed that as long as they held on, victory would belong to Dortmund.

The crowd inside the Golden Storm Stadium could feel the intensity of the battle. They raised their hands and roared with passion, their cheers echoing through the arena like thunder.

The game unfolded like a storm—fast, fierce, and breathtaking. Every moment made hearts race.

Thomson kept pressing forward, trying to tear through Dortmund’s defense, but both Hagen and Su Luo displayed outstanding defensive awareness.

Hagen intercepted a pass cleanly and launched a precise clearance, driving the ball far away from danger.

Suddenly, the referee’s whistle pierced the air. Klopp’s face darkened as he realized the call—an unfair penalty against Dortmund.

Unable to contain his frustration, Klopp stormed to the sideline and protested furiously.

“How can you call a penalty like that? It was clearly a foul by their player!” Klopp shouted angrily at the referee.

The referee avoided his glare, remaining calm and silent, which only fueled the fury of the crowd.

Inside the Golden Storm Stadium, fans erupted in boos and jeers, voicing their outrage at what they saw as blatant bias.

They stood up in unison, waving scarves and pointing accusingly toward the officials.

Seeing the chaos from the field, Su Luo quickly ran over to Klopp, trying to calm him down.

But Klopp, overwhelmed with emotion, waved Su Luo off.

“We can’t just stay silent! We must stand up!” Klopp roared, his voice filled with righteous anger.

Standing on the touchline like an unyielding mountain, he radiated an aura of fiery determination.

His passion spread through the stands, and the fans joined in his protest, shouting in unison for fairness.

Su Luo realized it was time for him to step up as the team’s leader.

He clenched his fists and turned to his teammates, his voice firm and resolute. “This is our moment of justice! Let’s show them our strength and unity!”

Under Su Luo’s leadership, the Dortmund players faced their opponents with renewed resolve.

The tension on the field rose to its peak—every duel for the ball became a brutal contest of will and power.

“Their strength is nothing compared to ours!” Robert shouted, his voice filled with fighting spirit.

The Dortmund team responded with fierce determination, transforming their anger into energy.

Despite the unfair treatment, they refused to back down.

Su Luo continued to use his system to analyze the opponent’s players, identifying weaknesses and quickly relaying tactical instructions to his teammates.

These swift adjustments helped Dortmund stabilize and counter more effectively.

Inside the Golden Storm Stadium, the match had reached its most critical moment.

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Chapter 36

Inside the Angel Club, New York.

“So this is what the inside of this club looks like!”

Linen took a sip of wine as he looked around. On stage, dancers—each with their own charm, some sweet, some edgy—moved gracefully under the lights, wearing little more than shimmering fabric.

The Angel Club was a private haven for the wealthy and elite, open only by invitation. It was the first time Linen had ever stepped inside—he’d only heard rumors about it before.

“Normally, the Angel Club doesn’t open during the day,” Tony Stark said, pointing at himself with a grin. “But who am I? I’m Tony Stark—the billionaire genius of the century!”

He raised his glass with a smirk. “Honestly, it’s their honor to open for me. They should be thanking me for bringing in style and class.”

Watching Tony’s smug expression, Linen refilled his glass.

“By the way,” Tony added, raising an eyebrow, “you’re not even twenty-one yet. Isn’t that a bit young to be drinking legally?”

Linen looked at him over the rim of his glass, lifted his middle finger, and took another sip.

Tony burst out laughing. “That’s the spirit! You’re too serious all the time, kid. You’re nineteen—it’s time to live a little. Don’t end up like that antique who just thawed out of the ice.”

“An antique… who thawed out of ice?” Linen asked, feigning curiosity.

“Oh, right—you don’t know yet.” Tony grinned, clinking glasses with him. “You’ll find out soon enough. I’m talking about Steve Rogers—Captain America from seventy years ago. He’s back. SHIELD thawed him out of a block of ice, patched him up, and he’s back in New York now.”

Seeing the look of surprise on Linen’s face, Tony nodded with satisfaction. “Yeah, I didn’t believe it either. The old popsicle’s still alive and kicking after seventy years. Who would’ve thought?”

He swirled his drink, chuckling. “But you know, after meeting you, my world’s gotten a whole lot weirder. Undead, demons, vampires, blood slaves… Tsk.”

Tony clinked glasses with him again. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Linen. You’ve given me more shocks in a month than I’ve had in my whole life. Sometimes I even envy your ability to talk to the dead.”

Linen set down his glass and said quietly, “Envy? If you knew where my power came from, you wouldn’t. It’s less of a gift—and more of a curse I can never escape.”

He’d already built a believable backstory to explain his powers, blending it seamlessly with his life in this world. He just needed to finish the details before revealing everything to the Avengers.

Tony paused, staring at him.
That line… it sounded familiar.

Right—the same line from the future video he’d seen through the Spoiler System.
Different setting, same words. The video had shown a bar scene just like this one.

It matched. Another piece of the future lining up perfectly.

But still… what had Linen experienced to call his power a curse?
Even SHIELD’s files only gave a vague outline of his past.

After a moment, Tony said, “By the way, Linen, I looked into your background.”

Seeing Linen glance at him, Tony quickly added, “Don’t get me wrong—I had no bad intentions. It’s just… your abilities go beyond anything I understand. I was curious.”

He hesitated, then continued, “I found out you were once a beneficiary of the Obadiah Stane Charity Foundation. You know, Stane—the guy I… well, killed.”

Tony smiled awkwardly. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. But I won’t do anything to you because of that.”

Linen placed his glass down and said calmly, “I’m grateful to him. Without that foundation, I might never have finished school. But I don’t hate you for it. That chapter’s long closed.”

He turned his gaze toward the stage, where the dancers had begun removing the last of their fabric, moving to the rhythm of the music. Then he stood.
“I’ve already placed flowers on his grave. Everything between us ended there.”

He started walking away.

“Hey, you sure you don’t want another drink?” Tony called out. “Once you leave here, no bar in New York will sell you a bottle of beer, kid!”

Linen didn’t look back. He just waved over his shoulder and kept walking.

The performers were beautiful, but he preferred women who were a little more… genuine. Clean.
And Tony was right—ever since joining the Paranormal Investigation Club, Linen had become quite popular with girls anyway.

Watching him leave, Tony leaned back on the sofa and finished his drink.
After a moment, he sighed and said quietly,

“Miss Spy, I couldn’t dig up much about Linen’s past—and honestly, I don’t think it matters. Between what I’ve seen firsthand and what the future videos show, I already know what kind of person he is.”

He swirled the glass, smirking faintly. “Everyone deserves their privacy. Tell Eyepatch Man this is the last time I’m helping him—consider it repayment for returning my father’s relics.”

“I agree with you, Tony,” Natasha’s voice came through the earpiece, calm as ever. “But orders are orders. Nick Fury still wants a full report.”

She paused. “Still, even without knowing the full story, I trust him. Linen’s going to be one of our strongest allies in the future.”

Tony removed the earpiece, dropped it into his glass of whiskey, and stood up. Adjusting his cufflinks, he muttered,

“Yeah, well, let’s just hope Fury realizes that before he screws it up.”

Then, without another glance back, Tony Stark turned and left the Angel Club.

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Chapter 35

Looking at the golden sword formed by magic in Linen’s hand, Kenneth Becky's eyes flashed with mockery.
“Why? You think you can kill me with that piece of cold steel? Just like those idiots outside with their guns?”

Ignoring the taunt, Linen gestured for Tony and Natasha to step back.
“There’s a secret countercurrent technique in exorcism magic,” Linen said calmly. “But it takes time to activate, and I’ve never used it before.”
He tightened his grip on the sword. “Now, I’ll try it on you.”

As soon as his voice fell, Linen stabbed the sword into the ground. A dazzling golden magic circle burst to life, instantly enveloping the entire cabin.
Countless golden magical particles surged toward the sinister green hexagram pattern on the floor. Within moments, the evil energy was completely devoured.

“No!!!” Kenneth Becky screamed as the power granted to him by the demon Sarato drained away.

Eyes wide, he lunged at Linen, but before he could take a step, dozens of golden chains formed from magic particles and bound him in midair.
“Stop it! You can’t do this! Damn it, stop!!!” Kenneth howled in pain as the demonic power was torn from his body.

Linen turned a deaf ear. With a simple twist of his sword hilt, the golden magic circle beneath him spun violently.
The vitality of the cultists surrounding the hexagram began to fade—their skin shriveling until they collapsed into lifeless husks on the ground.

“No!!!” Kenneth roared again, his voice echoing with despair as the last trace of demonic power left his body. His body trembled, eyes filled with hatred and fear, before he collapsed to his knees.

“Want revenge?” Linen said coldly. “You’re welcome to try—just not today.”

He waved his right hand, and Kenneth’s bound body fell heavily to the floor. Before Kenneth could rise, a vortex resembling rippling water opened beneath him. Within it, flames and molten lava churned violently.

From the center of the magma, countless shriveled, skeletal hands burst forth, clutching at Kenneth and dragging him downward.

“My God…” Tony Stark instinctively stepped back.
Amid the chaos, he saw not just hands—but half-formed undead, skeletal wraiths cloaked in black mist, emerging from the vortex. They pinned Kenneth Becky’s struggling body to the ground, dragging him toward hell.

“This is unbelievable!” Tony muttered, turning to Linen in shock. “Are those all the people Kenneth Becky sacrificed to the demon?”

Linen stood, the golden sword fading from his grasp.
“They are,” he said solemnly. “And the souls of those he’s killed over the years. The reverse flow technique extracts demonic energy and opens a portal to the Hell Dimension.”

Tony’s eyes widened. “The Hell Dimension? So there’s really a hell in this world? Then does that mean there’s also… heaven?”

Linen smirked. “Indeed. Would you like to see it? I can take you there.”

“I’ll pass,” Tony said quickly, shaking his head as Kenneth was dragged screaming into the fiery depths.
Even as Kenneth tried to climb out, the undead tore at his arms until he vanished completely.

Tony exhaled deeply. “I think I’ll stick to science. I don’t need to mess with heaven or hell right now.”

He turned to Natasha. “Why aren’t you surprised by any of this? This scene is—crazy!”

Natasha crossed her arms. “After seeing the dead rise in Central Park? Nothing surprises me anymore. Whether Linen uses magic or summons demons, I’ve stopped questioning it.”

She walked to the center of the room—now returned to normal—and nudged a severed, half-burned hand on the floor.
“Is it over?” she asked.

“Of course,” Linen said with a nod, glancing outside where gunfire had ceased. “SHIELD’s support has arrived.”
Then he added casually, “Prepare the check for the balance. As for the senator who ordered the attack—”

“SHIELD will handle it,” Natasha interrupted firmly.

She knew that if Linen acted as judge, jury, and executioner, the authorities would inevitably brand him a criminal. She didn’t want that. To her, Linen was already one of Earth’s future protectors—a hero, not a fugitive.

Seeing her determination, Linen nodded. “In that case, I’ll take my leave.”

“Wait for me!” Tony called out, jogging over. “I’m coming with you. Now that SHIELD’s here, I’m not really needed anymore.”

He grinned, glancing around the ruined cabin. “I’ve got to say—today has been one hell of a day.”
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Chapter 92 Raikage’S Plan

Regarding Karin’s reminder, Naruto said indifferently, “Don’t be afraid of how hard it is to learn. We have plenty of time anyway.”

As he spoke, Naruto glanced at his attribute panel.

At this point, Naruto had almost mastered Wood Style Ninjutsu.
Only a few large-scale Wood Style techniques hadn’t been tested yet.

But Naruto found that every time he learned a new Wood Style, his combat power increased only slightly.
It seemed there were only two ways to quickly improve his strength.

The first was through simulation — the easiest method.
The second was by learning the secret techniques of the Uzumaki Clan.

Now that Karin was by his side, there was no need for Naruto to waste a simulation opportunity to learn those techniques — and even if he tried, there was no guarantee he could learn them.

After dinner, Karin began guiding Naruto in his training back at the hotel.

The Kagura’s Mind Eye was closely related to the quality of one’s chakra.
The higher the quality, the wider the range it could detect.

Karin explained to Naruto, “Concentrate your chakra in your brain, then close your eyes. Imagine your consciousness leaving your body — then you’ll be able to perceive everything around you.”

“Isn’t that simple?”

After hearing her explanation, Naruto quickly understood that this was the process of using the Kagura’s Mind Eye — not learning it from scratch.

How to put it...
Naruto’s teaching ability was similar to his old self in the original story.

Naruto: “It’s easy! When the balloon bursts, you’ll learn the Rasengan!”
Karin: “Close your eyes, imagine your consciousness leaving your body, and you’ll learn the Kagura’s Mind Eye.”

Although the instructions were vague, Naruto still tried his best.

He closed his eyes, raised his hand, and formed a seal to control his chakra.
Under his control, the chakra in his brain began to surge, giving him a strange sensation.
It felt as though his mind had become extremely sensitive.

Then, just as Karin had said, Naruto imagined his consciousness separating from his body...

But it failed.

When he opened his eyes, he found Karin staring at him curiously.

Her expression showed slight worry as she asked, “Naruto-kun, how did it go? Did you learn it?”

Naruto shook his head.

“Hah~ That’s a relief,” Karin sighed in a relaxed tone.

Naruto blinked. “?”

Seeing his confused look, Karin quickly waved her hands. “I mean… uh—Anyway! Okay, okay, I was wrong…”

“Naruto-kun, I was just afraid that once you learned the technique, you’d abandon me…”

As she spoke, Karin’s voice grew softer, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes.

Naruto was silent for a moment before replying calmly, “Don’t worry. I’ve never abandoned my companions.”

“Companions?”

Karin’s heart felt warm after hearing that.

Although she’d been earnest in her teaching, she couldn’t help but admit — her teaching ability was truly ‘first-class.’

During these days, Naruto continued to live in the Land of Grass with Karin, staying together at the hotel.

She continued guiding him in mastering the Kagura’s Mind Eye.
Although his progress was slow, it was steady and noticeable.

News of Naruto leaving Konoha had already spread across the ninja world.

Even Yugao had been ostracized in the village because of Naruto’s departure — something that soon reached Naruto’s ears.

Guilt... it was an emotion that set humans apart from beasts.
But it was also one easily manipulated.

When Naruto heard the news about Yugao, he simply chuckled.
Because he already understood — this was a trap.

And one crafted by none other than Sarutobi Hiruzen.

Naruto didn’t need supernatural insight to suspect a conspiracy between Hiruzen and Yugao.
He simply knew Hiruzen’s character all too well.

The man looked like a kind old grandfather — but in truth, he was a schemer through and through.

After all, as a politician, Hiruzen had managed Konoha’s affairs and kept peace among the villages.
No one who played that role for so long could be purely kind.

So, Naruto decided to ignore Yugao’s situation entirely.

At the same time, inside the Raikage’s office in Cloud Village—

A Cloud ninja entered and bowed. “Lord Raikage, the information you asked for has arrived.”

“Konoha’s Nine-Tails Jinchūriki, Uzumaki Naruto — he really has left the village.”

“At this moment, Konoha has lost its tailed beast.”

“In addition, we’ve confirmed reports about Uzumaki Naruto’s strength.”

“He defeated the S-rank rogue ninjas from both Konoha and the Hidden Mist — Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame.”

The Fourth Raikage, A, sat behind his desk, his expression hardening as his subordinate spoke.

“Very good,” A said darkly, the muscles on his face tightening like steel. “Years ago, that old fool Sarutobi Hiruzen killed our Cloud envoy to provoke us.”

“At that time, I thought Konoha must’ve had some secret trump card.”

“Now it seems that trump card was Uzumaki Naruto — the one who could control the tailed beasts!”

“Now that he’s left Konoha, it’s finally time for us to take advantage.”

“Go! Summon Killer Bee!”

“Yes, Lord Raikage!”

After the subordinate left, A sat deep in thought.

His goal was simple — to obtain more kekkei genkai (bloodline limits).

Cloud Village possessed very few bloodline abilities.
This time, A planned to use force to make Konoha surrender several kekkei genkai users.
He would then imprison them in Cloud to reproduce and strengthen the village’s bloodline inheritance.

In just a few decades, he — the Fourth Raikage — would be remembered as the one who made Cloud Village rise to new heights.

The thought alone made his heart burn with ambition.

Meanwhile, in the Land of Grass, inside a quiet hotel—

Naruto was sleeping soundly when Kurama’s voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

“Oi, Naruto. There are quite a few people surrounding us.”

Naruto’s eyes snapped open, his blue pupils reflecting the moonlight.
He quickly formed a hand seal.

Kagura’s Mind Eye!

After days of training, Naruto had finally mastered it.

In this world, every living being emitted chakra.
With Kagura’s Mind Eye, he could sense chakra fluctuations — and even gauge someone’s strength from them.

The surrounding chakra waves were strong.

Under his perception, at least ten of them were Kage-level!

Ten Kage-level presences...

Naruto frowned. He knew better than to fight head-on.

Fortunately, Kurama had warned him in time.
Otherwise, he might’ve been ambushed and seriously injured — or even killed.

Akatsuki Organization?
I remember you...

Naruto said inwardly, “Kurama, thanks.”

Kurama chuckled. “At this point, do you and I really need to say thank you?”

Naruto smiled slightly. He knew it was time to absorb more of the Nine-Tails’ chakra.

He quietly got up, then used Flying Thunder God Technique to teleport straight into Karin’s room — planning to take her with him and escape the Akatsuki’s encirclement.

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