The Portal
The portal was an experience unlike anything Tony Stark had ever known.
One moment he was in a forest on the outskirts of New York—
The next, he was standing right back in Manhattan.
“This is… simply incredible!” Tony exclaimed, looking around at the familiar city skyline.
Turning to Linen, he continued excitedly, “Is this magic? Linen, can anyone learn this kind of magic? Or are there prerequisites—like you have to be smart to master it?”
He added quickly, “If I carve magical runes onto my armor, could it cast spells too? I think we should research this together. Of course, I’ll pay you a generous hourly rate!”
Linen didn’t even look at him. He raised his head slightly, gazing up at the bright sun overhead.
“I still have things to take care of, Mr. Stark. Goodbye.”
Before Tony could reply, Linen vanished from sight.
“Tsk… cold as ever,” Tony muttered, shaking his head. Then, with a smirk, he said, “Jarvis, how’s your day been? Feeling excited?”
Jarvis’s calm voice replied through the armor. “Sir, the existence of magic, ghosts, and even vampires is certainly… intriguing. However, you have a dinner appointment with Miss Pepper at seven. It’s already three in the afternoon.”
“If you don’t wish to be late—and prefer to arrive without the armor—I suggest you head home now.”
“Oh, damn it!” Tony slapped his forehead. “I actually forgot something that important? What are we waiting for then? Jarvis, take us home!”
With that, his armor activated, and he soared into the sky.
Manhattan – Linen’s Apartment
“Fifteen creative points… enough to make the next video.”
Sitting at his desk, Linen studied the glowing numbers on his system interface before opening the side mission panel.
His recent encounters with Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark had earned him a fresh batch of creative points.
Just as he’d suspected—even if it was with the same Avengers, he could continue to accumulate new points every day through contact.
But now, he had to think carefully. How should he complete this side mission?
After all, completing one would immediately raise his current abilities by a whole level. That was exactly what he needed right now.
[Side Mission Details]
Name: Victor Landon
Crimes: Seven counts of sexual assault
Objective: Force him to plead guilty and ensure a life sentence.
Linen leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he searched the name online.
The reports matched: Victor Landon had assaulted seven young girls, but due to “lack of evidence” and “private settlements” with the victims’ parents, he was acquitted.
“Disgusting…” Linen muttered.
“Killing him would be easy,” he thought grimly. “But making him confess—that’s the challenge.”
He tapped his pen against the notebook. “And I’ll need to make sure the presiding judge is part of the plan. Otherwise, even if Landon admits guilt, the sentence won’t reach life imprisonment.”
His eyes shifted to the final line of the mission screen—
[Reward: Hidden Secret]
That, more than anything, made Linen curious.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters – Director’s Office
“What about her?” Thor asked, looking toward Nick Fury. “Is she also someone with this… ‘spoiler system’?”
Through Fury’s explanations, Thor had already learned what the Spoiler System was capable of.
He was still frustrated—after all, the last time he’d entered the mysterious “theater,” he’d caused a scene and been thrown out.
And though he now carried regret for his father’s death—brought on by his own arrogance and recklessness—Thor understood one thing clearly:
If he could truly see the future, maybe Asgard’s fate could have been different.
In response to Thor’s question, Nick Fury gave a small nod.
Thor leaned forward eagerly. “When can I enter that theater again? I promise—I won’t lose control like last time!”
Fury shook his head. “Not for now. We can only enter the theater when a new spoiler video is created.”
He turned toward Natasha. “How’s the situation with Linen?”
“Not bad,” Natasha replied. “Everything he was tasked with has been almost completely resolved. We’re just waiting for the final stage.”
“By the way,” she added, “you saw the report about Victor Landon, right? My guess is—Linen’s next target is him.”
Fury raised an eyebrow. “And what makes you so sure about that?”
“His expression,” Natasha said simply, taking a sip of her coffee.
“When that case was broadcast on the news, I noticed something—an emotional flicker in his eyes.”
She set down the cup. “I haven’t known him for long, but from what I’ve learned and from both of our encounters, I can tell—he’s someone with strong principles. A man with a moral line he won’t cross. He’s kind at heart, and beneath his composure, there’s warmth.”
She continued, “A person like that would never let a scumbag like Victor Landon walk free. He’ll make sure justice is served—one way or another.”
Thor, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. “Who exactly is this Linen? Is he also bound to the Spoiler System?”
“Not quite,” Fury replied, shaking his head. “We know him through footage shown in the future theater. He’s a magician—an incredibly powerful one.”
“Magician?” Thor frowned. “Like Loki?”
“Loki?” Natasha repeated softly, remembering something Linen had once mentioned—something about meeting Loki in Pompeii.
Thor nodded proudly. “Yes. My younger brother. He’s been studying magic under our mother since childhood. He loves his tricks, sure, but he’s a capable Asgardian warrior nonetheless.”
“After my father ascended to Valhalla, Loki became the new King of Asgard.”
Both Fury and Natasha exchanged looks.
Thor, now exiled to Earth, had no idea that everything happening in Asgard—the death of Odin, his own banishment, even the throne itself—
was part of Loki’s grand deception.
He didn’t even know…
that his brother’s true schemes had only just begun.
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Inside the Wooden Cabin
Lifting the carpet that had a strange hexagram pattern, Linen casually opened the cellar door beneath it.
Standing beside him, Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff leaned forward curiously to see what was inside.
The moment Natasha glanced down, her expression turned grim. Tony’s brows furrowed deeply.
In the cellar, more than a dozen children huddled together, trembling. The oldest looked to be around ten, the youngest barely three or four.
Across from them sat a table—on it were human legs, half-eaten, with blood still staining the wood.
“Damn it… Linen, don’t tell me these kids survived by eating—”
Tony’s voice caught in his throat as he stared at the gnawed limbs, his face paling.
Linen’s tone was calm but heavy. “Just as you think. These children had no choice if they wanted to live.”
He turned toward Natasha. “Now you understand why the bodies you found were only half there.”
“Ugh…”
Tony’s complexion turned green. He spun around, rushed outside, and threw up violently beside a tree.
“I’ll call S.H.I.E.L.D. right now to get these children out of here,” Natasha said quickly, taking out her phone.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent accompanying them peered into the cellar. The children were thin and terrified, but at least—they were still alive.
“Mr. Linen,” the agent asked, confused, “why would those cultists kidnap these children? If the demon can be summoned simply through sacrifice, wouldn’t this only increase the risk of being caught by the NYPD?”
Linen’s eyes darkened as he explained, “Normally, yes. In most summoning rituals, a proper ‘sacrifice’ is enough to bring forth a demon.”
“But this case is different. The one leading this ritual is a blood slave.”
He glanced back at the cellar. “After seeing these children, I realized the blood slave isn’t trying to summon the demon. He’s trying to steal the demon’s power.”
“These kids are the final sacrifice required for that kind of ritual.”
Having said that, Linen turned and walked out of the cabin.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent watched him leave, his lips pursed, his eyes filled with awe and curiosity.
Outside
“Ugh…”
Still leaning against the tree trunk, Tony Stark rinsed his mouth with the water bottle Linen handed him. The image of the cellar replayed in his mind, making his stomach churn again.
“Beasts… they’re all just beasts!” Tony growled between heavy breaths. “For the first time in my life, I actually hate that New York State abolished the death penalty!”
“These monsters deserve to rot in hell!”
Linen folded his arms and looked at him. “I thought a playboy like you—someone born into the upper class—would’ve seen the darkest sides of this world by now.”
“I’ve seen plenty,” Tony snapped, “but this… F—!”
“Tony, are you okay?” Natasha asked as she approached after finishing her call for backup.
“I’ll live,” Tony said with a wave of his hand, taking another deep breath. “I’m going to hire the best psychiatrists and hypnotists in the world to make sure those kids forget what they went through.”
“Natasha, have S.H.I.E.L.D. guard this place around the clock. The moment those bastards show up—call me.”
“I’ll blow their damn heads off myself.”
Seeing the fury in Tony’s eyes, Natasha nodded. “No problem.”
Then she turned toward Linen, who had already opened a glowing golden portal. “You’re leaving?”
“There’s nothing more for me to do here,” Linen replied. “If my guess is correct, the next ritual will take place in seven days. Stay here and monitor the area closely.”
“Wait!” Natasha stepped forward. “What if they change the location or delay the ritual? What if they—”
“They won’t,” Linen interrupted. “Seven days marks the final stage of the ritual. They can’t stop or move it now. If they do, the backlash from the incomplete ceremony will destroy them.”
“I’m going with you,” Tony said suddenly, stepping into the glowing circle.
He’d seen Linen’s powers before, but witnessing him open portals so easily still blew his mind. The idea that this man could go anywhere in an instant was something even Stark tech couldn’t replicate.
The two disappeared through the portal in a flash of golden light.
A moment later, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent walked out of the cabin.
“Hey, where’s Mr. Linen?”
“Gone,” Natasha replied.
“Gone? Just like that?”
Hearing this, the agent’s expression was full of regret. “Damn, I still had so many questions to ask him! Natasha, can you give me his contact info? Or better yet, convince him to join my division — the one handling supernatural incidents.”
He sighed dramatically. “You know how desperate we are for someone like him. He recognized an evil ritual just by glancing at a six-pointed star! That kind of knowledge is priceless for S.H.I.E.L.D.”
He muttered under his breath, “Compared to him, those so-called occult experts are a bunch of idiots.”
Natasha shrugged. “Forget it. He’ll never join S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Why not?” the agent asked, frustrated. “We waste millions every year on fake experts, while someone like Linen—”
Before he could finish, Natasha turned away to meet the incoming S.H.I.E.L.D. support team.
The agent sighed, then secretly pulled out his phone and typed a quick message, a scheming glint in his eyes.
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Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
“What’s wrong with him?”
Nick Fury asked as he looked through the glass window of the interrogation room. Thor sat slumped in a chair, his expression dark and lifeless, as if he had just lost his father.
Coulson shrugged. “No idea. Maybe it’s because he couldn’t lift the hammer?”
He gave a helpless smile. “You asked me to find Thor Odinson, and I actually found him pretty fast. When Hawkeye first caught him, he was full of energy — kept shouting about being a god and demanding his hammer back.”
“But when I arranged for a Quinjet to send him back here, he suddenly turned into… this.”
Nick Fury nodded slightly. “Have you figured out who he’s been in contact with recently?”
“A few people,” Coulson replied, checking his tablet. “Doctors and nurses from the hospital who sedated him, a restaurant waiter whose cup he smashed... but there are three people who were in closest contact with him: Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Dr. Erik Selvig.”
Fury nodded again, then pushed open the door and entered the interrogation room.
Inside the Interrogation Room
Thor sat silently, lost in thought. Loki’s words echoed in his head — Father is dead.
It was all his fault.
If it weren’t for his arrogance and impulsiveness, Odin would never have banished him to Midgard. And now… Asgard itself might have fallen into despair.
“Have a cup of coffee,” Fury said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him. He slid a steaming cup across the table. “You got anything to say? Like... maybe about how you keep calling yourself a god?”
Thor didn’t move. His eyes were blank.
Seeing no response, Fury gave Coulson a subtle nod. Coulson left the room quietly.
Once alone, Fury reached into his coat and activated a compact energy shield, cutting off all surveillance and communication signals.
He leaned in slightly. “Tell me, Thor Odinson... do you know about the Spoiler System?”
He said the last two words slowly, watching Thor’s expression closely.
It was confirmed — the system wasn’t reacting to Fury’s words. That meant this man really was the one who’d caused chaos in the theater and gotten kicked out.
Meanwhile, in the outskirts of New York...
Following the trail of dark energy, Linen led Natasha and the others to a decrepit wooden cabin hidden deep within the forest.
“It’s here,” Linen said. “This is where they’re holding the dark summoning ritual.”
He turned back to the team. “You’d better take some specialized weapons. Among the cultists, there’s at least one Blood Slave.”
“Blood slave?” Natasha asked.
Before she could continue, Tony Stark’s curiosity flared up. “Wait, you mean... like vampire servants? You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve seen a lot of weird things lately, but this—this tops it all.”
Linen smirked. “Something like that. But they’re not quite the same as the ones in movies. Blood slaves don’t live forever like vampires, but they do inherit some of their powers — strength, speed, even regeneration. And unlike vampires, they can walk in sunlight.”
“Originally, vampires created them to hunt for fresh blood,” Linen continued. “But over time, their numbers grew. These days, blood slaves barely have to lift a finger — plenty of fools volunteer their blood willingly.”
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent accompanying them adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Linen is right. Our paranormal division has been monitoring vampire activity for years. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded, we’ve driven thirteen vampire clans back to Europe. We even assist the Bloodstone family in their hunts.”
He raised his hand and pushed open the old wooden door.
“Be careful—!”
The warning came too late. A split second later, an arrow whistled through the air straight toward the agent’s face.
Instinctively, Linen raised his hand, summoning a translucent magic barrier.
Bang!
The arrow shattered on impact, scattering fragments across the floor.
The agent froze, his legs trembling as he realized how close he’d come to death.
“Th-thanks…” he stammered, forcing a shaky smile toward Linen.
But Linen wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were fixed inside the cabin, a grim expression forming on his face.
Natasha noticed and stepped forward. “What did you find?”
Linen’s tone turned cold. “A group of animals.”
He pointed toward the strange hexagram drawn in blood across the wooden floor.
A fierce, murderous aura flashed in his eyes.
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After visiting three corpse dumping sites in a row, Linen and the others still found nothing.
When they arrived at the fourth site, Tony Stark finally lost his patience.
“Sorry, I’m not doubting your expertise,” Tony said, his tone half-skeptical, half-playful, “but are we really supposed to believe in ghosts and the undead now?”
Before he could finish, Linen, who had been squatting to inspect the ground, suddenly stood up. “There’s a clue.”
“Huh?”
Natasha, Tony, and the nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. agents all gathered around immediately.
“What clue? What did you find?” asked one of the agents from the supernatural division, his eyes lighting up with curiosity.
Linen looked at him calmly. “How many bodies were found here?”
“One,” the agent replied quickly. “A woman. Same as the others — her face was peeled off, internal organs removed, and her lower body was missing.”
As the agent finished, Natasha stepped closer to Linen. “You mean there was more than one body dumped here?”
Linen nodded. “Everything in this world has its own magnetic field and frequency — humans included… and the undead as well.”
“I didn’t sense anything at the previous dumping sites, probably because too much time has passed. But here…” Linen’s expression hardened. “I can feel it.”
He raised his hand, palm down toward the ground. “If this were just a dumping ground, I wouldn’t be able to sense anything. But a murder happened here not long ago. That energy stirred up the magnetic field, allowing the spirit of one of the dumped bodies to linger.”
Tony Stark clicked his tongue. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”
To be honest, even though Tony had seen Linen’s various abilities through the ‘future videos’ in the spoiler theater, it was still hard for him to believe any of this ghost-and-demon talk.
But before he could voice his doubt, the air around Linen shimmered — a strange, dark-green light radiated from his palm.
The sky, clear just moments ago, grew heavy and gray. Wind swept through the park, rustling the trees as the temperature seemed to drop.
Under Linen’s necromantic power, a translucent soul slowly formed before them — a woman’s spirit, missing half her body.
“Holy crap!” Tony shouted, stumbling back a few steps. “What the hell—? There are actually ghosts in this world?!”
Everything Tony Stark believed in — physics, science, logic — collapsed in an instant.
“This… this isn’t scientific at all!”
Natasha had seen plenty of strange things during her years with S.H.I.E.L.D., even a few cases that couldn’t be explained by science. She’d even visited the home of a girl possessed by an evil spirit just to get close to Linen.
But seeing an actual spirit manifest before her eyes still made her heart race.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent specializing in supernatural cases, however, looked ecstatic. His eyes sparkled as if he’d just discovered an invaluable treasure.
My God! he thought.
He hadn’t expected the “consultant” Natasha brought in to actually have this kind of power.
If they could recruit him into their department, they could simply summon the spirits of the dead for clues during every supernatural case. Their clearance rate would skyrocket overnight!
While the others stood frozen in disbelief, Linen ignored them.
He turned toward Tony, who had just taken out his phone, and said flatly, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Tony paused mid-motion. “Why not?”
“Your phone can’t capture the image,” Linen said calmly. “And while it won’t disturb the spirit, it’s pointless.”
Tony slowly lowered the phone, still trying to process everything.
Before he could throw another rapid-fire question, Linen turned back to the spirit. His voice softened. “We’re here to help you.”
“The magnetic field around you is fading. Although this place’s energy is aligned with your spirit, it won’t last long. You’re barely holding on.”
The translucent woman opened her mouth, letting out faint, distorted sounds in a language no one but Linen understood. She then pointed toward the right.
“I see.” Linen nodded, dark energy swirling faintly around his hand. “Don’t worry. The ones responsible will be joining you soon.”
The ghost made a soft, mournful sound — then slowly dissolved into the air as her spirit dispersed.
The wind faded, and sunlight pierced through the clouds once more.
“Oh. My. God!” Tony exclaimed, rushing forward, eyes wide. “Linen, tell me I’m not hallucinating. There are really undead in this world?! That was insane!”
He circled Linen excitedly like a kid who’d just seen magic for the first time. “So tell me—can undead spirits really attack people using some kind of energy at night? Like in the movies? And what about Halloween—could real spirits be mixed in with all those costumes?”
“And if I wanted to protect myself, what kind of new armor should I design? Maybe engrave it with magical runes? Or coat it with some kind of exorcism alloy—”
As Tony’s excited barrage of questions continued like machine-gun fire, Linen simply glanced at Natasha.
“I’m afraid the reward this time will have to be doubled,” he said evenly. “According to what the spirit just told me… the ones conducting this summoning ritual aren’t ordinary humans.”
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New York Central Park — inside the cordoned-off area.
Looking at the group of people gathered around the police tape, Natasha said to the agent beside her, “Evacuate these onlookers.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Hearing Natasha’s order, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent immediately directed the staff to clear the surrounding area.
Once inside the cordon, Natasha led Linen toward a large tree. “This is the first location where the NYPD found the body.”
Hearing that, Linen circled around the tree, his fingertips brushing lightly over the trunk.
“This isn’t the original murder scene,” he said flatly. “There’s no way they could’ve held a summoning ritual here.”
Natasha frowned. “Then why did the body appear here? I mean, this is one of the most famous parks in New York—there are homeless people, joggers, tourists… If someone wanted to dump a body, even the Hudson River would’ve made a thousand times more sense.”
“Not sure yet.”
Linen glanced around but didn’t sense any traces of dark or evil energy.
“Didn’t you say there were four bodies found in total? Take me to the other locations.”
As the two spoke, an arc of light flashed through the air, and a metallic figure descended beside them with a heavy thud.
Tony Stark, in full Iron Man armor, had arrived.
“Wow, spy lady,” Tony said as his faceplate lifted. “Where are you taking my student?”
Natasha’s expression didn’t change. She was already used to Tony Stark’s dramatics and knew he’d only come here to get closer to Linen.
Linen, however, looked at Tony with a somewhat complicated expression — just as he had in the first “future video” that Tony and Natasha had seen in the theater.
Seeing that look, Tony instantly understood the reason. He stepped forward, spreading his hands in mock pride.
“Linen, even if I don’t introduce myself, you know who I am. After all, there aren’t many people in America—or the whole world—who don’t know me.”
Linen frowned. “Tony Stark. Playboy, billionaire, Iron Man. But tell me—since when did I become your student?”
Tony smirked. “Didn’t Natasha tell you? I’m now a professor of mechanical engineering at the State University of New York. Oh, and you forgot a few titles—philanthropist, super genius…”
Both Natasha and Linen gave him speechless looks.
Tony shrugged. “Fine, fine. By the way, what are you two doing out here?”
Natasha quickly summarized the situation.
“Wait, what?” Tony blinked. “You’re telling me there’s some demon-summoning nonsense going on?”
After hearing Natasha’s explanation, Tony looked at Linen skeptically. “Look, I might believe in God, but ghosts and demons? Not buying it. At least not until I see one myself.”
Linen didn’t bother arguing. “Take me to the other crime scenes.”
“No problem,” Natasha replied, turning back toward the car.
“Tsk…” Tony clicked his tongue, not about to be left out. He followed them and squeezed himself into the back seat—armor and all.
The car’s suspension groaned as the weight settled.
“Mr. Stark,” Natasha sighed, “this is my new car. Can’t you at least take off the armor or get a lighter one?”
Tony waved it off. “If I make it lighter, it’ll lose its premium feel.”
Then he turned toward Linen and extended a hand. “So, skipping class on the first day, huh? I didn’t expect that from one of my students.”
Linen hesitated for a second before shaking his hand.
“That’s right, man,” Tony continued. “Tell me—are there really undead demons in this world? If so, do vampires, werewolves, and witches actually exist?”
“They do,” Linen said simply.
Tony had only brought it up to strike up a conversation, but Linen’s calm reply made him even more curious.
Linen, on the other hand, maintained a cold, distant demeanor. He had to keep up his character—after all, the version of himself Tony had seen in the video carried a complicated mix of emotions toward Stark.
The more aloof Linen acted, the more intrigued Tony became.
After the Obadiah Stane incident, Tony found his life strangely dull. With Stark Industries now being managed by Pepper, he’d been aimless—spending his days tinkering in the lab.
That just wouldn’t do.
If demons and dark rituals truly existed, then maybe there was some excitement left in the world. Who knows—he might even design a new suit specifically for dealing with supernatural creatures.
As the car started moving, the cordon behind them was gradually taken down.
None of them noticed that, not far away, a man had been quietly watching the entire time.
After seeing Linen and the others drive off, he pulled out a retro-style mobile phone and dialed a number.
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New York — S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Specialized Corpse Storage Facility
Natasha Romanoff opened one of the cold storage freezers, her expression serious as she turned to Linen beside her.
“You’d better brace yourself,” she warned. “This body is... pretty gruesome.”
With that, she unzipped the body bag.
Inside lay a mutilated male corpse — pale, mangled, and cut in half at the waist. The skin from his face had been completely peeled off, and on his stitched stomach was a blood-red pentagram drawn in what looked like human blood.
The moment Linen saw it, his brows furrowed deeply.
“I told you it was horrible,” Natasha said grimly. “Even the police officers who found him couldn’t keep from vomiting.”
“The forensics team concluded that he was skinned alive, his limbs cut off, and his waist severed while he was still conscious—”
“His internal organs are missing,” Linen interrupted calmly.
Natasha blinked, then gave a small, resigned shrug. “That’s right. During the autopsy, the doctors found that all his organs were gone. It reminded me of something out of Hannibal.”
“It’s a sacrifice,” Linen said, pointing at the pentagram etched across the corpse’s abdomen. “This is a summoning ritual — one used to call upon the demon Sarato, in exchange for power.”
He crouched closer to examine the markings. “But this particular ritual requires nine corpses, all offered on the same day each month at specific locations. How many have been found so far?”
Natasha stared at him, clearly impressed. “This is the fourth body we’ve received from the NYPD. But how did you know all that… just from the pattern?”
Linen straightened, his tone even. “Aside from my degree in mechanical engineering, I also study a bit of mysticism. Different sacrificial and summoning rituals have their own unique symbols. Those familiar with the craft can tell which entity is being summoned from the design’s color and structure.”
He traced the faint gaps in the pentagram’s outline. “See here — this break in the circle? It means the summoned entity isn’t of a very high rank.”
Ever since gaining his system and the ability to summon the undead, Linen had studied countless dark and ancient rituals through the Book of the Dead that the system had provided.
Unlike the Darkhold, the Book of the Dead merely described techniques and incantations — it didn’t teach corrupting magic or poison the mind of its reader.
Natasha nodded thoughtfully. “Hiring outside help was the right call. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been on this case for nearly three months, and we still haven’t found a lead. You figured out more in five minutes.”
She turned to him. “What should we do next?”
“Take me to the site where the body was found,” Linen said simply.
“No problem.”
Natasha gestured to a nearby agent, who quickly opened the car door for them.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent driving them to the crime scene was surprisingly chatty, eagerly explaining the details of the investigation along the way.
Linen, however, remained silent — lost in thought.
This job might have started with Natasha’s approach, but the commission’s real enough, he mused. Besides, I could use the cash. Time to upgrade my car anyway.
As he was thinking, a voice from the car radio broke his focus.
“Good afternoon, everyone. Today marks the final verdict in the Victor Langdon case. The court has ruled Victor Langdon not guilty of molesting a young girl due to insufficient evidence.
A large crowd has gathered outside the courthouse in protest, angered by the decision…”
Linen’s gaze shifted from the window to the radio.
And just as the news ended, a familiar system chime rang in his mind.
[Side Quest Activated: Victor Langdon]
[Name: Victor Langdon]
[Crimes: 7 counts of assault and abuse]
[Punishment: Force him to plead guilty and be imprisoned for life!]
[Reward: 1. Instantly enhance one ability. 2. Unlock a deeply hidden secret.]
[Failure Penalty: None.]
Linen frowned.
“System,” he asked silently, “shouldn’t scum like him be executed? Why only life imprisonment?”
He knew who Victor Langdon was — a serial predator who preyed on minors. The entire city had been disgusted by him when the case broke.
And now he was walking free because of ‘insufficient evidence’?
In response, the system displayed the man’s full profile.
According to the data, Victor Langdon was an outdoor enthusiast who loved hiking and “communing with nature.”
Linen’s expression darkened.
“So, for someone who loves freedom more than anything… being locked in prison for life — that’s the cruelest punishment of all.”
Beside him, Natasha, who had also been listening to the broadcast, glanced at Linen “accidentally.”
She knew what that look meant.
She knew who Linen really was — the Judge.
And judging by the serious expression that suddenly settled on his face, she understood instantly: this so-called “innocent” man, Victor Langdon, was about to receive a judgment far beyond human law.
Her fingers hovered over her phone as she drafted a message to Nick Fury, but halfway through typing, she hesitated… then quietly deleted it.
Because deep down, Natasha also wanted that monster to face justice — real justice.
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Late at night, a thunderstorm arrived right on schedule.
Standing on a temporary observation tower, Clint Barton scanned the area while chatting with his wife on the phone.
Through the pounding rain, he suddenly spotted a shadowy figure slipping past the perimeter.
Barton immediately hung up, drew his bow, and aimed at the intruder.
“Coulson, someone just broke in. He’s highly skilled—took down several agents already. Do you need me to eliminate him?”
“Don’t shoot yet,” Phil Coulson replied, watching from below.
Not far away, Thor had just stormed into the crater. After easily knocking out several agents, he was now gripping the mysterious hammer embedded in the ground, straining to lift it.
Coulson compared the drenched, frustrated man to the sketch Nick Fury had sent earlier.
“Interesting… but how did Fury know he’d show up here?”
After firing off a quick text to Fury, Coulson turned back toward the pit just as Thor collapsed to his knees in despair, unable to lift Mjölnir.
“Clint, capture him. Don’t hurt him.”
“No problem.”
Hawkeye slung his bow over his shoulder and leaped from the tower into the storm below.
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters —
“Huh?”
Looking at his phone, Nick Fury frowned in surprise. Coulson had just reported that he’d found Thor.
Among all his agents, the two people Fury trusted most were Maria Hill and Coulson. Hill stayed at headquarters to help him manage operations, while Coulson had been secretly tasked with tracking down Thor.
Fury originally thought that after dealing with the hammer incident, Coulson’s real challenge—finding this supposed “God of Thunder”—would take some time.
But now, barely hours after Fury’s message, Coulson claimed to have located him?
If Fury didn’t know Coulson would never lie, he’d think the man was joking.
After calling to confirm the situation, Fury ended the call and opened his computer.
In a classified file, he created a new record — “Thor Odinson.”
Right above it was another name — Linen.
“Attacked… faked death… S.H.I.E.L.D. labeled a ‘quagmire’ by Natasha…”
Muttering under his breath, Fury sent a text message to Natasha Romanoff, then shut down the computer.
But the grim expression on his face didn’t fade.
Early morning.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting thin golden lines across the room.
Linen slowly woke up, looked around, and found that both Jessica and Barbara were gone.
“Tsk…” He sighed. “Guess there’s no such thing as overworked land, only tired cows.”
Last night, the two women had begged for mercy until dawn, yet they’d both disappeared early in the morning, full of energy.
As he got up and walked toward the bathroom, he noticed a note left on the table.
It said Jessica and Barbara had gone to prepare for the studio and even made him breakfast.
After washing up, Linen tossed the note into the trash and sat down to eat.
“To be honest, these two are pretty good to me,” he muttered. “It’s just… Barbara’s had a boyfriend since childhood, and Jessica’s probably stuck in some arranged marriage. So, I guess the best I can do is be their business partner and make money with them.”
Finishing breakfast, he grabbed his bag and headed out.
But just as he stepped outside, a Ford sports car pulled up in front of him.
The window rolled down to reveal Natasha Romanoff, her wine-red hair glistening in the sunlight.
“Good morning, Linen. Want a ride?” she asked with a charming smile.
Linen’s eyes narrowed slightly in caution.
This was only his second time meeting Natasha, and knowing who she really was, he had every reason to stay wary. It was only natural, given his situation.
“Thanks, but no,” he replied flatly. “I’ve got my own car.”
“I actually need your help with something.”
Natasha opened the passenger door and smiled. “Remember last time, during that haunted villa incident? You said that as long as the price was right, you’d take on difficult supernatural cases?”
“There are quite a few unusual cases piling up at S.H.I.E.L.D. right now,” she continued. “Linen, I’d like to hire your help. Trust me — the pay will definitely satisfy you.”
Natasha could clearly see the caution in his eyes. As a man with special skills, he wouldn’t want to get involved with government agencies like hers. She understood that perfectly.
But with time, she knew he’d let his guard down. They’d eventually become allies — maybe even friends.
Just like in the video… where he seemed closer to her than to anyone else in the Avengers.
Linen hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “Alright. But I’ve got a lecture today. If you really need my help, you’ll have to wait until after class.”
“Don’t worry,” Natasha said, smirking as she started the car. “I already called your school.”
“Oh, and by the way,” she added, “you’re majoring in mechanical engineering, right? Today, your university’s welcoming a guest professor — Tony Stark.”
Linen blinked. “The Iron Man? Didn’t think I’d see the day he became a teacher.”
He leaned back in his seat, chuckling softly. “So, that’s how he’s planning to get close to me.”
Half an hour later – State University of New York.
The lecture hall was packed with students buzzing with excitement.
On the podium, Tony Stark stood confidently, flashing his trademark smirk.
But after scanning the crowd, his grin began to fade.
Where was Linen?
Where was the guy he came all this way to meet?
“Damn it,” Tony muttered under his breath. “If that kid’s not here, this whole thing’s a waste of time.”
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After the video ended, Natasha Romanoff leaned back on the sofa in her apartment, frowning deeply.
The video she watched today revealed a lot of shocking information, but what bothered her most was why her future self called S.H.I.E.L.D. a quagmire.
After serving in S.H.I.E.L.D. for so many years, she never felt there was anything wrong with it.
And then there was the Red Room... and Dreykov.
Didn’t Clint and she already blow up Dreykov years ago?
Getting up, Natasha walked over to the wine cabinet, picked up a bottle of red wine, and poured herself a glass.
Just as she was about to take a sip, she suddenly remembered something from the video — it was Linen who had reminded her that something was wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Thinking of that, Natasha set the wineglass down and picked up her phone, scrolling to Linen’s number.
But as soon as her finger hovered over the call button, she hesitated — and hung up.
So far, she’d only met Linen once, and he had no official contact with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even if she reached out now, it probably wouldn’t help.
She sighed, picked up her glass again, and walked back to the sofa, gazing at the dim chandelier above her.
“Avengers...” she whispered.
At the same time, in Linen’s apartment—
“All body functions have been doubled. Finally, I’m not just some mage anymore!”
As the video finished playing, Linen glanced at the reward the system had given him and nodded in satisfaction.
Originally, the reward should have been even higher — if it weren’t for Thor, that reckless fool, who caused chaos in the theater and got himself kicked out.
Otherwise, the power-up would’ve been far greater.
He picked up a dumbbell from the corner of the living room.
The 25-kilogram weight now felt incredibly light in his hand.
Putting it down again, Linen grinned eagerly, eager to test out his enhanced physique.
He grabbed his phone, opened his contacts, and made a call.
In a luxurious villa in Manhattan—
“Alright, alright, I support your idea!”
Listening to his daughter explain her career plans after graduation, Olson, a self-proclaimed daughter’s slave, raised both hands in surrender.
“Tomorrow, I’ll contact the right people in New York and make sure all the paperwork you need gets approved immediately!”
“Thank you, Dad!”
Hearing that, Jessica smiled brightly.
Just as she was about to say something else, her phone rang.
It was Linen, telling her that a cat capable of doing backflips had just wandered into his bedroom — and asking if she wanted to come see it.
Jessica immediately replied, “Dad, I’ve got to go out for a bit. I won’t be home tonight — I’ll stay over at Barbara’s place!”
She grabbed her car keys and ran out before Olson could even respond.
Watching his daughter disappear out the door, Olson’s face darkened.
If it were possible, he’d love to grab a submachine gun and put a few holes in Linen.
That damn bastard!
“What’s wrong?”
His wife Melia came out of the bathroom, smiling when she saw his expression. “Where’s Jessica?”
“She was just invited out by that punk Linen! Damn it, it’s bad enough he’s getting close to our daughter — but now he’s even fooling around with Jessica’s best friend, Barbara!”
“Alright, alright,” Melia chuckled softly. “They’re young. At least they’re not getting into any real trouble. And since Jessica met Linen, she’s clearly become more disciplined.”
“You should remember, you weren’t exactly an angel when you were his age.”
“Hmph!”
Olson snorted coldly. “If it weren’t for the fact that Linen strictly forbids Jessica from touching stuff like flour or marijuana, I would’ve killed him already!”
“The deputy mayor’s daughter sneaking off with her best friend and that punk...”
Seeing him getting worked up again, Melia just smiled and sat gently on his lap.
That simple gesture made Olson immediately fall silent.
After all, when you’re middle-aged... sigh.
New Mexico.
“Thor Odinson?”
Staring at the name on the screen, Agent Coulson frowned. Director Fury had just ordered him to track down a man named Thor Odinson — quietly.
But even S.H.I.E.L.D.’s global data network couldn’t locate him. Where was he supposed to start?
“What’s wrong? You look troubled,” said Clint Barton, handing Coulson a burger.
“Nothing serious,” Coulson replied. “By the way, what’s the situation with the hammer?”
“It’s still stuck in the crater. We’ve tried everything, but no one can lift it. The scientists are analyzing it now.”
Clint glanced up at the night sky. “Looks like it’s going to rain tonight.”
Coulson followed his gaze. “Yeah. Hopefully, things start going smoother soon.”
Just then, Coulson’s phone buzzed again.
Another message from Nick Fury — this time, it included not just Thor’s name but also a hand-drawn sketch of his face.
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When Steve Rogers appeared in the video, Natasha Romanoff was stunned, while Tony Stark shot up from his chair in disbelief.
"How is that possible? Didn’t he crash into a glacier with a fighter jet seventy years ago? How could he still be alive?"
Sitting back down, Tony’s expression was complicated.
Although he had already come to terms with his father in his heart, the words Howard Stark used to compare him to Captain America seemed to echo in his ears once again.
Wanda Maximoff didn’t feel as shocked. After all, she wasn’t American. The people in her base had always spoken of Captain America with gritted teeth, but to her, he was just another name.
At this moment, however, Wanda’s eyes were fixed on Linen on the screen.
In the video—
"I’ve made an appointment with Loki to go to Pompeii in 79 AD. He left an Infinity Stone for me there!"
Hearing that, Natasha frowned.
"Pompeii in 79 AD? The destruction of Pompeii?"
"That’s right," Linen replied calmly.
"Then how are you planning to get there?" asked Steve, who was still leaning casually against the door frame. "That was over two thousand years ago. Are you going to travel back in time? What is this, Back to the Future?"
Before Linen could answer, a sudden shout echoed from the monitor.
"Hey! Is anyone there? It’s Scott — I’m not dead yet! Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
The three of them turned their attention to the screen.
A second later, Steve turned to Natasha.
"Is this a video from five years ago?"
"No," she said seriously, standing up. "This is live footage."
With that, Natasha quickly walked out of the room.
The video paused there, and an emotionless mechanical voice echoed through the theater:
[The video has ended. Everyone may leave the theater within three minutes.]
Hearing the system’s announcement, Nick Fury stood up, his expression serious. He immediately chose to exit.
Although the video had been short and contained no big battles, the amount of information it revealed was enormous.
He needed to record everything while it was still fresh.
One after another, the others also chose to leave the theater.
Only Wanda lingered for a moment, glancing one last time at the big screen before finally stepping out.
Inside the Hydra base in Sokovia.
"Come in," Wanda said absentmindedly.
Still lost in thought about the video she had just seen, she barely looked up when a knock came at the door.
"Why aren’t you asleep? It’s late," said Pietro, entering the room. He raised an eyebrow at his sister, who was sitting on the bed in a daze.
"I just..." Wanda began, then stopped abruptly as her heart skipped a beat.
When the spoiler system was bound to her, it had explicitly stated that she was forbidden to reveal its existence to anyone.
So, she quickly changed her words and smiled faintly.
"Nothing. I was just thinking about our past."
"Don’t dwell on it too much," Pietro said gently, walking over and ruffling her hair. "No matter how much you think about it, what’s done is done—"
Before he could finish, Wanda slapped his hand away, pouting.
"Pietro, I’m your sister!"
"But I was born twelve minutes earlier than you—"
"I’m still your sister!"
"Fine, fine," Pietro laughed helplessly. "As long as that makes you happy."
He didn’t mind her insistence. As long as she could smile, that was enough.
"Alright, Pietro, go get some sleep," Wanda said softly, pushing him out of the room.
Once alone again, she lay back on her bed.
Her thoughts drifted between Linen, who appeared in the video, and Tony Stark.
Damn it… why didn’t he die from palladium poisoning?
Meanwhile, at Tony Stark’s villa.
"I want to know right now — is that Steve Rogers in the video really still alive?" Tony asked sharply, staring at the screen where Nick Fury and Natasha were connected through the shared communication feed.
Natasha turned to Fury, curiosity in her eyes.
Fury was silent for a few seconds before finally nodding.
"We just recovered him from the glacier not long ago. Using S.H.I.E.L.D. technology, we managed to thaw him out — but he’s still in deep sleep."
As he spoke, Fury briefly explained what had happened.
After confirming the truth, Tony smirked.
"Wow… never thought that old antique would actually become an old popsicle. Tsk, I can’t wait to see his face when he wakes up and realizes seventy years have passed."
Hearing Tony’s tone, Fury frowned.
"Now’s not the time for jokes."
"You saw the video just now. It was short, but the amount of information was enormous. In the future, over four billion people on Earth will die!"
Fury’s expression darkened.
"We have to find out what caused it — and what exactly that ‘snap of fingers’ Linen mentioned really means."
He looked from Tony to Natasha.
"Tony, Natasha — it’s one thing if we don’t know the future. But now that we have this spoiler system and still can’t prevent that disaster—"
"—then it’s our responsibility," Fury finished grimly.
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"Thor Odinson, Wanda Django Maximoff?"
Inside the theater.
Hearing the two new names mentioned by the system, Nick Fury paused for a few seconds, but found no memory of them.
After memorizing the names, he sat down in his chair, ready to watch the video.
As the lights dimmed, the screen came to life.
On the screen, Natasha Romanoff, her hair dyed red and white, sat with her legs on the table, casually eating a sandwich.
The scene shifted — Linen appeared in front of Natasha.
"Are you here to persuade me too?"
Taking a bite of her sandwich, Natasha forced a smile. "If you’re here to tell me to give up, I’ll throw this sandwich right in your face."
Seeing Natasha’s expression, Linen fell silent for a few seconds.
"I just came from the support group Steve organized. He’s been encouraging people to accept their new lives and move on."
"Maybe it won’t be long before Steve drops by."
Hearing that, Natasha slid the plate with another sandwich toward him.
"Of course, he’s Captain America — he’s supposed to motivate everyone to keep going.
But I’m guessing he’s really just coming to use the washing machine. I didn’t make any extra sandwiches for him anyway!"
"By the way, how are things with you and Wanda?"
Linen took a bite of the sandwich, pulled up a chair, and sat across from her.
"Not bad. But Wanda keeps talking about wanting two kids — you know how much she values family."
At that, Linen’s tone shifted slightly.
"It’s been five years since that incident. The viewing room protected Wanda from turning to dust, but…"
"I’m not giving up that easily!"
Before he could finish, Natasha looked up at him.
Her eyes were glistening, but she refused to let the tears fall.
"I’ve always seen myself as a sinner," she said quietly. "In order to survive, my hands have been stained with blood."
"When I joined S.H.I.E.L.D., I thought I could atone for my sins. But I never expected I’d just fall into another pit — one just as deep!"
"Later, when Fury was attacked and faked his death, we destroyed S.H.I.E.L.D. with our own hands. After that… the Avengers became my only home."
Watching the video, Nick Fury frowned deeply.
I was attacked and faked my death? And they destroyed S.H.I.E.L.D.?
How did that happen?
And why would Natasha call S.H.I.E.L.D. another pit of corruption?
Touching the patch over his eye, Fury’s face darkened. As the current director, he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about S.H.I.E.L.D. yet.
"Another pit?"
Watching herself on-screen, Natasha folded her arms and frowned.
How could I compare S.H.I.E.L.D. to the Red Room?
Is S.H.I.E.L.D. really not as clean as I thought?
And Linen mentioned that the “viewing room” protected Wanda.
Does that mean Linen also has a spoiler system in the future?
And that Wanda — the girl newly linked to the spoiler system — is the same Wanda Maximoff he mentioned?
In another viewing room, Wanda Maximoff looked at Linen’s face on the screen.
She had to admit — the Linen in the video looked handsome. Even though he was Eastern, his looks fit her taste perfectly.
But then he mentioned wanting two babies with her.
Wait... does that mean he’s my future husband?
Thinking that, Wanda couldn’t help but stare at his face again — though this time, her gaze carried a subtle change.
The video continued.
"Thor became a fat recluse, Tony returned to his family, Banner and Hulk merged and settled into normal life... but I’m different!"
Tears filled Natasha’s eyes as she stubbornly bit into her sandwich.
"Five years ago, half of the Avengers turned to dust. Five years ago, four billion people on Earth vanished in that snap. Five years ago, half of all life in the universe disappeared!"
"Linen, don’t try to talk me out of this. The Avengers are all I have left!"
Her words left everyone in the theater stunned.
"What the—? Four billion people die on Earth?"
Tony Stark couldn’t help blurting out a curse as he stared at the screen in disbelief.
Natasha’s face grew more serious, while Fury’s expression turned grim.
What the hell happened in the future?
Why did half the world’s population vanish at once?
My God... that’s half of all life!
Shocked and uneasy, they all continued to watch.
On screen, Linen looked at Natasha.
"I know you’ve always wanted to bring everyone back. Natasha... thank you."
"Thank me? For what?"
"For trusting me."
Taking a sip of coffee, Linen continued,
"Only you and Wanda know that five years ago, when he snapped his fingers — I actually had the chance to kill him."
"But I didn’t. I even let him destroy half the life on Earth."
"For the past five years, you and Wanda have trusted that I had a reason, and you never asked me why."
Natasha, eyes glistening, suddenly laughed.
"Of course I believe you. Don’t forget, you and I were the first to meet among the Avengers."
"And you were the one who warned me that something was wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D. You even helped me eliminate Dreykov and finally destroy the Red Room!"
Then she lowered her legs from the table and asked with a trace of hope,
"So, did you deal with that problem?"
"Yeah. It was a bit troublesome, but it’s done. The Snap delayed the gods’ arrival by five years, and together with the Eternals, I completely destroyed the seed."
As the two spoke, Steve Rogers walked in, holding a basket of laundry.
"What are you two talking about?"
Leaning against the door, he smiled faintly.
"You know, I saw two whales in the Hudson River this morning. There haven’t been any for years."
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As the system’s notification suddenly echoed —
[Viewing Room Level Upgraded!] —
Tony Stark and the others froze in surprise.
“I remember the Spoiler System saying that when the Viewing Room reaches Level 5, everyone can gather together in the same space,” Tony said, glancing between Nick Fury and Natasha Romanoff. “But the upgrade method was supposed to be something we had to figure out ourselves. So… why did it just upgrade on its own?”
“What exactly triggered it?”
Natasha thought for a moment before replying calmly, “Just now, Linen appeared and killed Ivan Vanko as the Judge, right in front of us.”
“Maybe it’s because that scene matched the future we saw in the previous video.”
“It’s possible,” Tony nodded thoughtfully.
Nick Fury crossed his arms. “But according to the Spoiler System’s rules, only those who possess the system should be aware of each other’s existence. Linen clearly isn’t one of us.”
He paused for a moment before adding, “Still, the upgrade happened right after we discussed the future events we saw. That can’t be a coincidence.”
Nick’s one good eye narrowed. “Natasha, keep in contact with Linen. Whether it’s triggered by his actions as the Judge or by our conversations about the future, we’ll figure out what causes these upgrades soon enough.”
“No problem,” Natasha replied with a nod, turning to leave.
Watching her go, Tony’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. That guy, Linen… the so-called Judge. Just what kind of person is he?
[Side Quest Completed — Skill Randomly Upgraded]
[Congratulations! The skill “Self-Healing” has been upgraded to Intermediate Level. The host can now rapidly recover from injuries.]
[Current Creation Points: 15 | Videos Available: 1]
Linen studied the system panel that appeared before him, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes.
“When I showed up as the Judge just now, I didn’t even say a word to those three,” he muttered. “But I still gained ten Creation Points.”
He leaned back, thinking. “That means I don’t actually need to interact deeply with them… just meeting them is enough to earn points?”
He recalled his earlier encounters. “I got five points from meeting Natasha, and ten this time… So theoretically, can I keep refreshing Creation Points by meeting members of the Avengers repeatedly?”
After pondering for a few seconds, he shifted his focus to the Video Creation tab.
“Well, whatever the case, let’s work on the next video first.”
“System, can new people be added to the subsystem now?”
[New subsystem members available: Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff]
“Wanda and Thor, huh…” Linen mused, his eyes lighting up.
“Alright then—open the creation interface. This time, let’s give Tony and the others a real shock.”
At his command, the creation panel unfolded before him like a glowing projection.
Later That Evening — Tony Stark’s Laboratory
After dinner, Tony entered his lab with a cup of coffee in hand.
“Jarvis, pull up the holographic armor schematics. Let’s study the improvements I’ve made—”
Before he could finish, the system’s voice chimed in his head.
[Notification: A new clip will be generated in five minutes. The host may choose to enter the Viewing Room early.]
Tony’s eyes instantly gleamed with anticipation. “A new future clip already? Perfect.”
“Sir,” Jarvis spoke, “the armor schematics have been displayed in holographic format.”
“Good. Pause the work, Jarvis. I’m taking a short break,” Tony said as he sat down and closed his eyes. “And don’t let anyone disturb me.”
He exhaled, then let his consciousness drift into the Viewing Room.
Last time, after returning from the Viewing Room, he’d asked Jarvis what happened during the few minutes he was “gone.”
Jarvis had reported that both he and Natasha had appeared dazed for several seconds at the same time.
That confirmed it—entering the Viewing Room wasn’t a physical act.
It was a spiritual entry.
“Still,” Tony smirked faintly, “maybe someday, when the Viewing Room hits a high enough level, we’ll be able to walk in physically.”
At the Same Time — Hydra Base, Sokovia
In a dimly lit room, Wanda Maximoff suddenly opened her eyes.
“Where… is this?” she murmured, looking around in confusion.
Just moments ago, she had been in her room, ready to rest after dinner with her brother Pietro.
Now she was sitting in an unfamiliar theater-like space.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” she called softly, her voice trembling slightly.
At just sixteen years old, Wanda had already witnessed the death of her parents and the destruction of her home.
But even after everything she’d endured, she was still a frightened young girl at heart.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind:
[Spoiler System Binding Complete. Welcome to the Viewing Room — a space where you can see what will happen in the future.]
[Future recordings have been generated. Would you like to begin the viewing?]
[Note: Current Viewing Room Level — 2. Certain features remain locked.]
[Spoiler System Owners: Tony Stark, Nick Fury…]
Wanda blinked in surprise. “You mean… I can really see the future?”
After listening to the system’s explanation, she hesitated for a moment, then sat down in one of the theater seats.
“Well… let’s start the video,” she whispered.
At her command, the large screen in front of her flickered to life—
playing the same footage Tony Stark and the others had seen before.
In Another Viewing Room
“Damn it! Is this your Midgard magic? Wizard! Show yourself!”
Thor roared, still dressed in a hospital gown, his voice echoing through the empty theater.
Before he could continue, the system interrupted:
[In the Viewing Room, all participants must obey the system’s regulations.]
“I am Thor, the God of Thunder! No one commands—AARGH!”
Before he could finish his sentence, a flash of lightning shot down from above, electrocuting him where he stood.
[Warning: Thor Odinson has violated system regulations. His access to the Viewing Room has been temporarily suspended.]
With a deafening crack, Thor was forcibly ejected from the Viewing Room—leaving the space in silence once more.
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Inside Linen’s Apartment
[Host: Linen]
[Age: 19 years old]
[Identity: The Judge; sophomore at the State University of New York]
[Abilities: Magic Shield (Beginner), Teleportation Magic (Intermediate), Exorcism Magic (Advanced), Demon Eye (Beginner), Undead Summoning (Intermediate), Undead Chain (Intermediate), Magic Slash (Intermediate), Self-Healing (Beginner)]
[Current Side Quest: Ivan Vanko]
[Creation Points: 5 | Number of Videos Available: 0]
Looking at the system prompt displaying a new side quest, Linen raised his hand. A black death card slowly appeared in his palm.
Linen’s other identity was the Judge, just like in the fabricated video.
Whenever he completed a side quest given by the system, one of his abilities would be randomly enhanced.
He lifted the black card and read its contents.
[Target: Ivan Vanko]
[Crimes: 172]
[Judgment: Deprivation of Life]
In the video Linen had previously created, Ivan Vanko’s crimes numbered 187, resulting in execution by beheading.
But this time, the crime count was lower—and the punishment had changed.
“System, where is Ivan Vanko now?” he asked.
[Location: SHIELD’s Special Prison]
Linen raised an eyebrow. Nick Fury and his team caught Ivan Vanko this fast?
Then again, it made sense. They had already seen the “future” through the Spoiler System.
Naturally, events wouldn’t unfold the same way anymore.
Still, this was a good thing.
Since Fury and the others already knew that he, as the Judge, would one day execute Ivan Vanko, this quest would simply act as a way to tie up loose ends.
At SHIELD’s Special Prison
Walking down the corridor toward the cell where Ivan Vanko was held, Natasha Romanoff glanced at Tony Stark.
“Has your palladium poisoning problem been solved?” she asked.
Tony grinned smugly. “Of course, Miss Spy. If you can catch Ivan Vanko using knowledge of the future, then surely I can create a new element.”
Natasha shook her head slightly at his arrogance.
Nick Fury, walking beside them, spoke up:
“Do you know why Ivan Vanko wanted to kill you in that video we saw in the theater?”
Tony shrugged. “No idea. Maybe he’s jealous. But come on, who wouldn’t be jealous of me?”
Before Tony had carried a nuclear bomb into the wormhole to destroy the Chitauri fleet, he was still the same arrogant genius.
Even now, his pride hadn’t faded a bit.
Nick Fury wasn’t surprised.
“According to our investigation, Ivan Vanko’s father and your father, Howard Stark, had a falling out due to differences in their cooperation.
In the end, Vanko was exiled to Siberia under unfair circumstances, which led him and his son to resent the Stark family.”
“They believe everything the Starks have now should’ve belonged to them.”
Nick paused before adding, “But from what I know, Howard Stark wasn’t wrong.”
Tony snorted, not bothering to argue.
After all, he had already made peace with his father after watching the message in his late father’s recordings.
Still, his pride wouldn’t allow him to admit it out loud.
They soon arrived at the glass-walled cell where Ivan Vanko was detained.
As Tony stepped forward to speak, Ivan Vanko looked up coldly.
“How did you find me? I never exposed my identity!”
Before Nick Fury could respond, a blinding golden light suddenly filled the cell.
A portal opened out of thin air.
The next moment, Linen appeared—dressed in the black robes of the Judge, his expression cold and merciless.
The instant he appeared, the death card in his hand flew straight toward Ivan Vanko.
Nick Fury, who already knew from the Spoiler System what was about to happen, opened his mouth to stop him.
After all, SHIELD had gone through great effort to capture Vanko alive.
It would be a waste to lose such a brilliant mind—someone capable of rivaling Tony Stark’s genius.
But before Fury could say a word, Linen raised his hand and pulled the trigger of a pistol aimed directly at Vanko.
“Wait—!”
BANG!
BANG! BANG!
Two bullets pierced Vanko’s chest; the third struck his forehead.
Even gods would have shaken their heads at such ruthless precision.
Within seconds, Ivan Vanko was dead.
As the system notification confirmed the quest’s completion, Linen turned his head toward the stunned trio—Fury, Natasha, and Tony—then opened a glowing portal and stepped through, vanishing into thin air.
“Damn it!”
Nick Fury’s face darkened instantly as he watched the Judge disappear.
He had hidden Ivan Vanko in this special facility precisely because he knew Linen would eventually come for him.
Yet even a classified SHIELD prison couldn’t keep the Judge away.
Natasha’s expression, in contrast, remained calm.
She stepped into the cell, knelt beside Vanko’s body, and picked up the death card he had dropped.
“I remember in the theater, the card said 187 crimes and the punishment was beheading,” she said, handing the card to Fury. “But this one says 172 crimes—which means by catching him early, we indirectly saved fifteen people.”
Tony nodded. “And the method of execution changed from beheading to deprivation of life.”
Nick Fury crossed his arms and frowned. “Don’t forget, in the video we saw, Ivan Vanko was working with Hammer Industries.”
As the three discussed the situation, a system notification echoed faintly in their ears:
[Notification: Viewing Level Increased.]
[Current Level: 2.]
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Sorcerer?
Linen didn’t answer Natasha’s question.
That said, the abilities granted to him by the system were indeed quite similar to those of a mage.
Inside the car—
“This is your reward for this time!”
Handing over $30,000, Jessica smiled. “So, how much do you have saved now? You always said you wanted to buy an apartment, right? If it’s not enough, I can lend you some.”
Taking the cash, Linen replied casually, “Forget it. I can’t scam your money after already getting your body—there are principles to these things.”
Jessica rolled her eyes, while Linen calmly divided the money into three shares.
Two shares went to Jessica—she was the one who used her contacts to find cases, so she deserved her cut.
The remaining share went to Barbara, who handled logistics and finances. Dealing with the IRS was practically a battle in itself.
After all, the IRS was the largest “legal gang” in America. Finding someone like Barbara, who could always find clever ways to avoid taxes, was a rare treasure.
As a financial officer, Barbara had already saved enough money for a car just from the cases she’d handled since the founding of the Paranormal Investigation Agency.
“Jessica and I will graduate next year!”
Leaning back in her seat and taking her share, Barbara grinned. “I don’t plan on slaving away for a company, earning scraps every month.”
“Linen, why don’t we start our own studio? Besides helping people solve supernatural incidents, we can also develop and sell mystical accessories.”
“You know how Americans—and honestly, most of the West—are obsessed with mysterious stuff.”
“The profits could be huge. Trust me, with my market sense and business instincts, if you agree, I guarantee that within a year, we could afford several apartments in Manhattan!”
Hearing Barbara’s words, Jessica’s eyes lit up. “If you’re serious about this studio, leave all the legal paperwork to me.”
“My dad’s the Deputy Mayor of New York. With his connections, setting everything up will be a breeze.”
“Besides, I can tap into resources from the upper-class circles. You know how superstitious they are about this kind of thing—they’ll pay top dollar for it.”
As the two women excitedly discussed their business plan, Linen started the car, smiling to himself.
He trusted Barbara’s instincts; her market judgment was always sharp.
As for Jessica’s claim that she could access the upper-class circle—he didn’t doubt that either. After all, her father really was the Deputy Mayor.
Still, his recent encounter with Natasha had earned him five Creation Points.
Just five more, and he’d be able to “create” another video.
Meanwhile—
A truck drove into New York from Tennessee.
Ivan Vanko pulled over beside a gas station, stretched his back, and went inside to buy some supplies.
Nearby, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were watching closely.
Inside the store—
“Twenty-three dollars,” the cashier said as Ivan placed a pile of items on the counter.
Just as he was about to pay, a hand clamped down on his shoulder.
Before he could react, dizziness struck, and he was slammed to the ground.
In an instant, several agents rushed in and restrained him.
The entire operation took less than three seconds—leaving Ivan completely disoriented.
Watching the agents secure Ivan Vanko, Maria Hill casually tossed a dollar on the counter to pay for his items, then stepped outside and opened his truck.
Inside, she found a suit of armor—similar in design to Tony Stark’s, but clearly home-built.
Hill picked up her phone. “Director Fury, we’ve apprehended the target and found the armor.”
“Good work,” Fury’s voice replied. “Bring him in immediately.”
“Understood.”
Hill hung up and gestured for the agents to load the confused Ivan into the transport vehicle.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, inside Nick Fury’s office—
“Hill’s team has captured Ivan Vanko and recovered the whip armor we saw in the video.”
Putting down his phone, Fury turned to Natasha. “Looks like with this ‘Spoiler System,’ we can prevent future events—or even stop them before they happen.”
“By the way, did you meet with Linen today? What’s your impression?”
Natasha shook her head. “Hard to say. The contact was brief. But one thing’s clear—Linen is far more powerful than we initially thought.”
She handed Fury the recording of Linen’s exorcism from the villa.
“I plan to approach him under S.H.I.E.L.D.’s name,” she continued. “Our supernatural division still has a lot of unresolved cases. Since Linen needs money and we need solutions, cooperation would benefit both sides. Over time, that’s the easiest way to earn his trust.”
Fury nodded. “Do it. But… do you think he’ll ever agree to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“I doubt it,” Natasha said with a faint smile. “Even after a short meeting, I could tell—he’s not the type who’s interested in following orders.”
“In that case,” Fury said, leaning back in his chair, “have Tony Stark come in. I want him to take a look at the captured Ivan Vanko.”
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Getting close to Linen was a task assigned to Natasha by Nick Fury.
However, Nick Fury told her to figure out the method on her own.
At first, Natasha planned to pose as an ordinary neighbor to approach Linen—just as she had done with Tony Stark.
But when she read the report about the Paranormal Investigation Agency founded by Linen, and learned that he earned his tuition and living expenses by “exorcising demons” and solving supernatural problems, she immediately changed her plan.
After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. already had a department specializing in supernatural events—and that department had more than enough funding.
Since Linen was short on money, Natasha realized she could use the pretense of “cooperation” to approach him.
So, after investigating the strange case reported by Jessica, she deliberately created this “encounter.”
This not only gave her an excuse to get close to Linen but also allowed her to witness his methods firsthand.
Outside the bedroom on the villa’s second floor—
“Don’t worry, Aunt Lina. Linen will completely solve your daughter’s problem!”
Holding the weeping woman’s hand, Jessica comforted her softly.
Nearby, seeing Linen preparing to enter the room, Natasha helped Father Randall sit on a chair, then walked over to him and said,
“Linen, right? I’m Natasha from S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“The evil spirit possessing the girl is powerful. Father Randall’s holy water and cross didn’t have any effect. If you need anything, I can assist.”
Linen glanced into the room—at the girl whose blood-red eyes glared back at him—and replied calmly,
“No need. Don’t enter the room, no matter what happens.”
With that, Linen stepped inside.
The moment he entered, the possessed girl’s lips twisted into a sinister grin.
Her body slowly rose into the air before she snapped upright and fixed her gaze on him.
“Exorcist?” she hissed.
The words had barely left her mouth when two beams of dark, evil energy shot from her eyes, streaking toward Linen.
“Heh, do you really think you’re some kind of Supergirl? Remember to print an ‘S’ on your shirt next time!”
A shimmering magic shield appeared in front of him, blocking the demonic blast.
Linen raised his right hand, and two chains of magic shot out from the void, instantly wrapping around the evil spirit.
With a sharp pull, he yanked the spirit toward him—then seized it by the throat and slammed it against the wall.
“Look into my eyes!”
With a commanding shout, Linen’s Demon Eye ability activated. His pupils turned a glowing gold.
The possessed girl screamed in agony under the gaze of those burning eyes.
Linen’s Demon Eye was different from Ghost Rider’s Penance Stare.
The Penance Stare judged the guilty, punishing souls according to the weight of their sins—but it was useless against the truly guiltless, such as The Punisher or even Thanos.
Linen’s Demon Eye, however, could burn evil spirits directly—or drive ordinary humans into their worst nightmares, frightening them to death.
And when fully awakened, it could even banish a soul straight to Hell.
Outside the room—
Natasha watched as the evil spirit was pinned to the wall, screaming beneath Linen’s golden gaze.
She had already considered him dangerous, but now she silently raised his “threat level” even higher.
This ability… wasn’t shown in the video.
As she assessed the situation, a gust of freezing wind suddenly swept through the room. Furniture rattled violently and began to float on its own.
Instinctively, Natasha drew her pistol.
But before she could act, Linen’s cold voice cut through the chaos—
“Looking for death!”
A burst of exorcism magic exploded from his palm as he pressed it against the girl’s forehead, forcibly ripping the evil spirit from her body.
Gripping the writhing phantom by the neck, Linen’s hand burst into hellfire.
“Ahhhh!”
The evil spirit screamed in torment as its translucent form began to dissolve, turning into green wisps of smoke that drifted out the window and vanished.
Seeing this, Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly.
Another ability not shown in the video.
This young man named Linen clearly had many secrets.
As the evil spirit vanished, the furniture in the room dropped back to the floor.
Linen exhaled softly, then walked over to the unconscious girl, gently placing her back onto the bed.
He turned toward the door and nodded.
Seeing his signal, the girl’s mother rushed in and clutched her daughter, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jessica exchanged a quick glance with Linen, understood immediately, and stepped forward to console the woman.
After all—she still hadn’t paid for the exorcism yet.
At the side, Natasha subtly pressed a button in her pocket, recording the entire scene of Linen’s exorcism.
Then she approached him with a faint smile.
“That was quite a show,” she said. “It’s the first time I’ve seen such a powerful exorcism up close.”
“Tell me, was that witchcraft you used just now? Are you… a sorcerer?”
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As everyone knows, besides Hiroshima in that small island nation, there are also priests in America who have earned a… questionable reputation.
After all, parents in China trust their children to Shaolin Temple without worry, but American parents? They’d think twice before leaving their kids with a priest.
Of course, not all priests are like that.
Take Father Randall, for example — a man deeply respected by the local community.
And that respect wasn’t blind faith; S.H.I.E.L.D. had run a full background check on him.
Inside a two-story villa in Queens—
On the bed lay a young girl, her face twisted with fury and her eyes burning with hatred as she glared at the two people before her.
Standing beside the bed, Natasha Romanoff held a pistol in one hand, her expression serious.
“Father Randall,” she said evenly, “are you certain you can handle this?”
The priest clutched a silver cross in one hand and a vial of holy water in the other. His voice was calm but resolute.
“God loves the world, Agent Romanoff,” he said. “And He will stand with us.”
Stepping forward, Father Randall pressed the cross to the girl’s forehead.
“Demon, I command you in the name of God—leave this child and return to Hell!”
As the priest began the exorcism ritual, Natasha instinctively turned to glance out the window.
According to her investigation, Jessica, a member of the Paranormal Investigation Agency founded by Linen, and the daughter of New York’s deputy mayor, had already taken on this so-called possession case.
If her timing was right, Linen and his team should be arriving soon.
That was exactly why Natasha had inserted herself into this operation — to observe them firsthand.
Just as she was thinking, a cold, eerie laugh echoed through the room.
Father Randall froze.
The girl’s lips curled into a grotesque smile. Her body lifted several feet off the bed, floating midair, her eyes glowing blood-red. A strong stench of blood spread through the air.
Natasha tightened her grip on her pistol.
Outside the villa—
A dark sedan came to a halt by the gate. The doors opened, and Linen, Jessica, and Barbara stepped out.
“This is the place,” Jessica said, glancing at the house. “Strange… no one came out to greet us. Aunt Lina usually—”
Before she could finish, a loud crash came from the second floor.
The windows shattered, and two figures — a man and a woman — were thrown out by an invisible force.
Jessica and Barbara both gasped and stumbled back in shock.
But Linen’s eyes narrowed sharply.
The red-haired woman who instinctively rolled midair to break her fall… was unmistakable.
Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow.
Meanwhile, at Tony Stark’s Malibu Beach Villa—
“Tony, what are you planning to do?”
Pepper Potts crossed her arms, staring at the two large crates in the living room — along with an old, detailed city model that Howard Stark had designed years ago.
Tony was busy rummaging through one of the boxes with Happy Hogan’s help.
“Uh… how should I explain this?” Tony said, glancing at her. “Let’s just say it’s something sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. — yeah, that S.H.I.E.L.D. The one with Coulson.”
Taking the Blueprint of the Future City from Happy, Tony examined it, then smiled slightly. “I’m going to make something.”
Pepper frowned. “I feel like you’re hiding something from me, Tony.”
“Pepper,” Tony said with mock seriousness, “trust me. I’ll tell you everything… just not right now.”
Seeing his determined look, Pepper sighed and nodded. “Fine. But I’m heading to Washington for a few days. I’ll bring you something back.”
As she turned away, Tony rolled his eyes. “What am I, a kid now?”
The moment Pepper left, Jarvis’ calm voice echoed through the room.
“Sir, regarding your request — I’ve compiled all the information about the Asian youth named Linen, who’s enrolled at several New York universities.”
Tony immediately straightened. “Show me.”
“Right away, sir.”
A holographic projection appeared before him, displaying Linen’s profile and background.
Tony scrolled through the data silently, his expression tightening.
After a few moments, he said, “Jarvis, investigate this kid’s connection to Obadiah Stane.”
He remembered the video from the Spoiler System — his conversation with Linen had mentioned that Linen was “grateful” to Obadiah.
“Sir,” Jarvis replied, “there is no direct record of contact between Linen and Obadiah Stane.”
Tony frowned deeply. “No connection? That doesn’t make sense.”
Was the video fake?
If it was, then everything — the creation of a new element, his cure for the palladium poisoning — would also be false.
That couldn’t be right.
Just as doubt began to creep in, Jarvis spoke again.
“Sir, ten years ago, Obadiah Stane made a charitable donation through the New York Charity Foundation, and continued donating every year until his death. The fund provided scholarships to underprivileged but high-achieving students.”
“One of the long-term recipients,” Jarvis added, “was Linen. He received support from age nine until college.”
Tony’s expression softened.
“So that’s it…”
He exhaled slowly, leaning back in his chair.
“No wonder he said he was grateful.”
He looked at the data again — Linen, adopted by a member of the Digital Gang, yet academically brilliant and self-sufficient.
Without Obadiah’s scholarship, a kid like that would’ve had no chance to go to school.
Tony nodded thoughtfully. “I get it now.”
He paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Maybe the kid’s got more in common with me than I thought.”
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Natasha never refused a task assigned by Nick Fury.
In truth, ever since watching the video inside the Spoiler System’s viewing room, she had become very interested in Linen, the mysterious black-robed judge.
The intel file didn’t say much about Linen’s life after being adopted — only that he was the only second-generation member of the Digital Gang who ever made it to college.
According to the report, his childhood had been “stable” and “unremarkable.”
Natasha didn’t buy that for a second.
After all, the Digital Gang was a group known for robbery, car theft, and black-market dealings. There was no way a child growing up in that environment lived an easy life.
But for now, the problem wasn’t who Linen was — it was how to approach him without raising suspicion.
After scanning the report for a few minutes, Natasha’s gaze landed on a particular detail — the [Paranormal Investigation Agency] that Linen had founded in college.
She took out her phone and made a quick call.
“Lucy, any unsolved supernatural cases in New York recently?” she asked directly once the line connected.
“Okay. Thank you.”
Ending the call, Natasha tossed the file onto the passenger seat, started the car, and drove off toward her next lead.
Meanwhile, inside the Paranormal Investigation Club at the State University of New York—
“Hiss…”
Linen exhaled softly as he flipped through a new batch of reports detailing recent “mysterious incidents” around the city.
His mouth felt dry, so he took a sip of water, just as a knock sounded on the door.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me — Barbara.”
“Come in.”
The door opened and Barbara, her wavy burgundy hair brushing her shoulders, stepped inside with a playful glint in her blue eyes.
“Hey, where’s Jessica? Isn’t she usually glued to your side?” she teased.
From behind a desk, Jessica’s muffled voice replied irritably, “You’re the one who’s glued to him!”
Barbara smirked, crossing her arms. “You two never change.”
Rolling his eyes, Linen ignored their bickering and returned to the documents in his hands. Years of working with them had taught him one thing — staying out of their arguments was the safest choice.
Jessica finally stood up from under the desk, brushing her hair back and groaning softly. “I swear, Barbara, one of these days I’m going to—”
“Relax,” Barbara interrupted with a smirk. “Your temper’s worse than your coffee.”
Jessica sighed, then glanced at her phone. “My dad’s been calling non-stop. I told him I was in class, but I should probably see what he wants.”
Barbara leaned casually against the desk. “Your father’s the Deputy Mayor of New York, right? If he knew half the things you did for this club, I wonder what he’d think.”
Jessica shot her a glare before walking off to make the call.
Linen chuckled quietly and took another sip of water. The club may have looked like a normal student group, but it was far from it.
After all, this so-called “Paranormal Investigation Agency” had actually solved multiple strange cases across the city — and some of them weren’t explainable by science.
Nick Fury must have already figured that out, which meant S.H.I.E.L.D. would be sending someone soon.
Probably Natasha.
He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought.
After what Fury had learned from the Spoiler System, it was only a matter of time before they came looking for him.
And as for Tony Stark…
Once he fixed the palladium poisoning, Tony would undoubtedly reach out too.
After all, Linen had left plenty of “hooks” in that last video.
About ten minutes later, Jessica returned, setting her phone on the table. “Alright, situation confirmed. The case is real — and the victim’s family is offering a reward of thirty thousand dollars.”
Barbara’s eyes lit up. “Thirty thousand? Now that’s motivation!”
Jessica frowned slightly. “Linen, are you sure we can handle it? Even local pastors tried and couldn’t help.”
Linen smiled faintly, his tone calm and confident. “Those priests? They rely on faith. I rely on results.”
He glanced over the case file again. “This one should be solvable.”
Barbara stretched and grinned. “Then let’s get ready. Looks like our club’s going to make some money again.”
At that, the three of them shared a knowing look.
Right now, the Paranormal Investigation Agency had only three members — Linen, Jessica, and Barbara.
Jessica was the one who found new cases (thanks to her father’s political connections),
Barbara handled logistics and finances,
and Linen… dealt with the “supernatural.”
To some students, Jessica had joined for the thrill of it.
But for Barbara and Linen — this was also how they survived.
After all, in America, student debt could last a lifetime.
“Alright then,” Jessica said, tossing her phone onto the table. “Let’s get ready. We’ve got a mystery to solve — and thirty grand on the line.”
Linen stood, his eyes calm but sharp. “Then let’s see what kind of ghost we’re dealing with this time.”
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters – Trident Building
After greeting the agents around her, Natasha Romanoff walked straight into the elevator.
“Natasha? Didn’t Director Fury say you were on a special mission?”
Inside the elevator, Clint Barton glanced at her, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Mission completed already? Need any help?”
Natasha opened her mouth to answer but quickly remembered the rules of the [Spoiler System] — she couldn’t mention its existence to anyone who hadn’t been selected by it.
So, she smiled faintly and said, “Nothing like that. I just need to discuss something with the Director.”
Clint nodded, sensing her hesitation. “Alright. If you need any backup, just let me know.”
“No problem.”
As the elevator descended and only the two of them remained, Natasha suddenly asked, “How are Laura and Lila doing lately?”
At the mention of his wife and daughter, Clint’s expression softened. “They’re doing great. They really love the farm life.”
“That’s good to hear.”
As they chatted, the elevator doors opened with a soft ding.
“I’ll go report to Director Fury first!” Natasha said as she stepped out.
Just then, Phil Coulson entered the elevator.
“Morning, Clint. You’re just in time — something strange happened in New Mexico. We need to check it out.”
Clint raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me those werewolves in New Mexico are acting up again?”
Coulson sighed. “No, it’s not them. A hammer fell from the sky two days ago…”
Inside Nick Fury’s Office
When Natasha entered, Nick Fury set down the document he was reading and looked up. “You saw it too?”
Facing Fury’s probing tone, Natasha sat across from him. “You mean the Spoiler System?”
Hearing her answer, Fury let out a quiet breath of relief. “Good. So it seems there’s no duplicate names. By the way, Tony’s on the list too.”
“It’s confirmed — Tony Stark has also been selected by the Spoiler System,” Natasha replied. “According to the video it showed, the reason Tony’s been acting strange lately is because of palladium poisoning.”
She leaned back in her chair. “After leaving the viewing room, the first thing Tony wanted to do was fire me. But that’s fine — I’d already completed my mission and figured out what’s happening to him.”
“Take a look at this,” Fury said, handing her a folder. “After watching the video of that conversation between Judge Linen and Tony Stark, I asked Hill to dig into Linen’s background.”
“In addition, Hill has already delivered Howard Stark’s old research to Tony. Hopefully, just like in the Spoiler System’s video, he’ll manage to create a new element to cure himself.”
Natasha flipped through the file. “Linen. Nineteen years old. Sophomore at the State University of New York. Current president of the university’s Paranormal Investigation Club.”
“Adopted by a member of the Digital Gang at age five… gang dismantled when he was sixteen…”
Her eyes lingered on a photo — a young man with a bright, sunny smile.
If she hadn’t seen the video herself, she never would have believed this cheerful-looking boy was the cold, black-robed “Judge” who had shocked the Avengers.
“Paranormal Investigation Club, huh?” Natasha mused. “Interesting. Maybe that’s connected to his powers.”
She chuckled softly. “College students these days… but I guess that’s better than identifying as an attack helicopter or a shopping bag.”
Then she paused. “Wait. If Linen is nineteen now, and in the video Tony said the same thing when trying to convince him to enjoy life… that means the Ivan Vanko incident should be happening this year.”
“Exactly,” Fury nodded. “I’ve already ordered a search for Vanko. We might find him soon. But since Tony’s part of the Spoiler System, he’s probably prepared.”
“Our real focus now is on Linen.”
He fixed his one good eye on Natasha. “You saw the video — his abilities are extremely powerful, yet he sees them as a curse he can’t escape. I want to know what really happened to him.”
“According to the investigation, his life up to now seems ordinary — no major trauma, no criminal record. But in the video, Linen said he’s lived in a hellish environment since childhood.”
Fury’s tone turned serious. “Natasha, I need you to make contact with him. He’s too young to wield that kind of power without guidance. I don’t want to see him go down the wrong path.”
He didn’t mention one more thought that had been on his mind:
The world would soon need heroes again.
Captain America was about to awaken from the ice.
And perhaps… the “Judge” could become part of the new team he was forming.
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In the cinema.
Watching Linen disappear, Nick Fury’s expression grew serious.
From the strength shown by the Judge in the video, it was clear that this was no ordinary man — he was mysterious and terrifyingly powerful.
Ivan Vanko had been able to fight Tony Stark and Colonel Rhodes in full armor, yet the Judge had cleanly beheaded him with ease.
Not only that — those chains that appeared out of thin air, the magic shield, and even the portal-like technique…
Could it be that the Judge’s true identity was a sorcerer?
But S.H.I.E.L.D. had already made contact with several witches and magicians, and none of them possessed such abilities.
Fury frowned at the thought.
Fortunately, this [Spoiler System] existed. Without it, he would never have known that such a powerful and mysterious individual had appeared in New York.
As the screen dimmed, Nick Fury exhaled deeply.
The video had revealed far too much information — once he got out, he needed to carefully organize and analyze everything he’d learned.
Just as he was about to stand up, the dim screen lit up again.
Seeing this, Nick Fury immediately sat back down and focused.
This time, the video showed a bar scene.
Tony Stark was sitting there, clinking glasses with a young and handsome Asian man — Linen.
After downing his drink, Tony grinned.
“Linen, you’re like two completely different people when you’ve got that mask on and when you don’t.”
“When you’re the Judge, you look like a cold, emotionless executioner.”
He chuckled. “Hard to believe you’re just a 19-year-old college sophomore.”
Linen simply smiled at the teasing and didn’t reply.
“Come on, kid, you’re only nineteen. You should be enjoying college — the girls, the parties — not running around judging people like some cosmic executioner.”
Before Tony could finish, Linen shook his head.
“I’m not like you, Tony. My power isn’t a gift… it’s a curse I can never escape.”
He paused, then added softly, “Still, compared to the hell I grew up in, I’m grateful for the life I have now.”
Hearing that, Tony fell silent for a moment, then poured him another drink.
“I’m sorry about Obadiah Stane, by the way, Linen…”
Linen finished the drink in one gulp and said calmly, “He deserved it, Tony. But I’m still thankful — in a way.”
Then he stood up. “I’ve got a date tonight.”
Tony laughed. “Oh? Is it with that senior from the ‘mystic club’? Need me to teach you a few moves? I promise—”
Before Tony could finish, Linen waved without looking back.
“Use those tricks on Pepper, Tony. You’re old — your moves are outdated.”
With that, Linen left the bar.
Watching him go, Tony just shook his head, dropped two bills on the counter, and walked out.
The video ended there, and the screen went completely dark.
In Linen’s New York apartment.
As the video finished, Linen nodded in satisfaction.
The final scene — his little “identity reveal” — was something he had added intentionally, like an easter egg.
After all, the only way to earn creative points from the Avengers was to get their attention, make more videos, and unlock new abilities.
So instead of trying to find them, it was better to make them come to him.
Right now, he didn’t even have the chance to approach them anyway.
Originally, Linen had planned to reveal his identity in the second video.
But since he was out of creative ideas at the moment, he decided to expose himself early — to lure Nick Fury, Natasha, or Tony to come looking for him.
The “easter egg” was also inspired by his real life experiences since arriving in this world.
That way, the character he created would feel more authentic and compelling.
As for the identity of the Judge, that was part of a mission issued by the system.
As long as he completed those missions, he could continue to level up and enhance his abilities.
“System, what’s the current trust value of Tony Stark and the others?”
In response to Linen’s inquiry, a translucent interface appeared before him.
[Nick Fury’s Trust Value: 67%]
[Natasha Romanoff’s Trust Value: 53%]
[Tony Stark’s Trust Value: 89%]
[Tip: The first stage of the video has been completed. Since all subsystem owners’ trust values exceed 50%, congratulations to the host for obtaining the ability — Self-Healing.]
“Primary self-healing, huh?”
Linen raised an eyebrow. “Self-healing… if only it were immortality, that’d be even better.”
Then he paused. “Wait, Nick Fury’s trust level is higher than Natasha’s? Didn’t see that coming.”
Checking the time, Linen stood up and got ready to head to school.
Meanwhile, at Stark Villa.
Tony Stark, fresh from the theater, stared at Natasha with a deep frown.
“Damn it — you’re a spy sent by Nick Fury? You’re fired!”
Natasha crossed her arms, unfazed.
“I didn’t expect to be exposed like this, but sorry, Mr. Stark — you don’t get to decide whether I’m fired or not.”
She glanced at him with a faint smile.
“Just a reminder — since that palladium poisoning is killing you, I suggest you find a solution soon.”
“I’m sure that Spoiler System video gave you a pretty good hint.”
With that, she turned and walked out before Tony could respond — ready to report everything back to S.H.I.E.L.D.
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After seeing the video in which he created a new element and completely solved the problem of palladium poisoning, Tony Stark was beyond excited. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to rush out of the theater and do something big.
Oh my God, the death threat that had been hanging over him could finally be solved.
Even if the new element smelled like rust and coconut—or even worse—he would replace it without hesitation!
[System Prompt: The video has not finished playing. Do you wish to leave the theater?]
Hearing the system prompt, Tony Stark forced himself to suppress his excitement.
“Don’t leave yet!”
[Please control your emotions.]
Once Tony made his choice, the system continued playing the video.
On the screen, Tony Stark—now in his Iron Man armor—was battling Ivan Vanko (Whiplash) alongside Colonel Rhodes.
After a fierce armored duel, it was clear that Tony and Rhodes were at a disadvantage. Their armors were heavily damaged, and both were entangled by Vanko’s electrified whips.
Seeing several systems malfunctioning, Rhodes cursed anxiously, “Tony, you got any bright ideas? Damn it, that laser attack you used earlier—you should’ve hit him with that!”
Controlling his armor while trying to pull the chains off his neck, Tony smirked. “You’re too late, but I still have one last trump card I haven’t used yet.”
“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” Rhodes shouted.
Ignoring his partner’s panic, Tony opened his faceplate and yelled into the darkness nearby, “Hey, Judge! If you don’t do something now, we’re both going to die here!”
“Who the hell are you talking to? Judge? Tony, are you—”
Before Rhodes could finish, a flash of purple magical energy slashed through the air. In the blink of an eye, the chain binding their armors was cut clean in two.
“Whoa—what kind of power is that?”
Rhodes stared at the severed chain in shock. “If that thing had hit our armor instead…”
Before he could finish, a black-robed figure appeared at the center of the battlefield. The figure wore a silver mask, his aura cold and deathly like a grim reaper.
The one-sided battle came to an abrupt stop. The mysterious man raised his hand, and a black card shot toward Ivan Vanko, sticking to his armor.
Vanko looked down warily at the card, reading the glowing words written on it:
[Ivan Vanko]
[Crimes: 187]
[Verdict: Execution by Beheading]
“The Judge?”
Seeing the mysterious man appear on the screen, Tony Stark—watching from the theater—was stunned.
He didn’t remember ever meeting anyone called “Judge.”
But judging by the video, he seemed to know him well in the future—and even regarded him as his greatest trump card.
Tony crossed his arms, thinking for a moment.
That’s right. The video was showing the future. So it made sense that he didn’t know him yet.
Meanwhile, in another screening room…
“Judge…”
Nick Fury narrowed his one eye as he watched the cold and solemn Linen on the screen. He was certain he’d never heard of this man before.
But not everyone liked to flaunt their existence the way Tony Stark did.
Still, Nick Fury silently memorized the name. Judge.
He would definitely investigate him after this session was over.
Back in the video—
“187 counts of murder?”
Ivan Vanko smirked as he glanced at the black card. “Oh, I remember now. Counting those idiots from Hammer Industries, that’s exactly 187 people killed by me!”
“But you—some ghostly freak—think you can judge me?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, a micro-missile launched from his shoulder and flew straight at Linen.
Tony, realizing what was about to happen, tried to rush forward to block it with his armor.
But before he could, Linen raised a hand. A magic shield instantly materialized in front of him.
“BOOM!”
The missile exploded on impact, shaking the ground and sending flames roaring across the battlefield. Trees were uprooted, smoke billowed—but when the fire cleared, Linen’s magic shield didn’t even have a scratch.
Ivan Vanko’s face darkened. He immediately tried to take off using his armor’s thrusters.
“Trying to escape now? Too late.”
Linen’s cold voice echoed across the battlefield. Two ghostly chains suddenly shot out from the air, wrapping tightly around Vanko’s armor and slamming him to the ground.
Before Vanko could react, two golden portals opened—one beneath his feet, and another above his head.
His body dropped through the lower portal, and as his neck entered it, the upper portal snapped shut.
CRACK!
A sharp sound cut through the night. Ivan Vanko’s severed head rolled across the ground, while his headless body fell from the portal above.
Rhodes’ eyes widened in shock.
“Gulp…”
Swallowing hard, he turned to Tony and muttered, “Tony, what kind of friends have you been making lately?”
“Damn, he just—just chopped the guy’s head clean off! That circle thing sucked him in and dropped… what the hell even was that?”
“And seriously, if you’ve got such a powerful buddy, why didn’t you call him in earlier? You some kind of masochist? You had to wait until we were about to die?”
As Rhodes continued to rant, Tony quickly raised a hand to stop him.
Turning toward the Judge, Tony said sincerely, “Thanks, Judge.”
“You’re welcome,” Linen replied coldly. “It was my mission.”
With that, he waved his hand, conjuring a portal, and disappeared.
Watching him vanish, Rhodes smacked his lips. “Tony… are all your friends this weird?”
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As the system finished explaining the rules, the words on the big screen vanished — and a new clip began to play.
On-screen, Nick Fury and Natasha Romanoff sat across from each other in a dimly lit office.
“Is this the target of the mission?”
Natasha picked up a file from the table, glanced at it, and raised an eyebrow.
“Tony Stark?”
Inside the theater.
Watching himself on the big screen, Tony Stark froze for a second.
When he saw his new assistant “Natalie” sitting across from Nick Fury in that office, he suddenly stood up and shouted:
“F***! That woman was a spy sent by that bald guy? I knew he had bad intentions!”
In another theater.
Natasha’s eyes narrowed as she watched the same scene unfold.
She immediately realized the problem — this mission could fail.
After all, the [Spoiler System] was also bound to Tony Stark.
The footage continued to play.
“What exactly do you want me to do?” Natasha asked, setting the file down.
“Steal the core data of his armor? Or just steal a suit?”
Nick Fury shook his head. “Ever since Tony Stark announced that he’s Iron Man, the eyes of the world have been on him. Congress wants to get its hands on his armor, and several hidden forces are also coveting his tech.”
He leaned back in his chair and added, “S.H.I.E.L.D. has been keeping many of those threats off his back, but Tony’s behavior is getting stranger and stranger.”
Fury’s tone hardened. “I need to know what’s happening to him.”
Natasha considered his words, then nodded. “How do you want me to approach him?”
“How do you evaluate Tony Stark?” Fury asked, studying her.
“Arrogant, self-absorbed, reckless,” Natasha replied calmly. “But… he’s also a genius. A man who never stops moving forward.”
Nick Fury nodded with satisfaction. “That’s an objective assessment. Since you think so highly of him, I’ll leave this task to you.”
“No problem,” Natasha said, picking up the file again.
In the theaters.
Tony, who had just sat back down, cursed under his breath. “Perfect. The bald guy and the redhead teaming up on me. Figures.”
In another screening room, Nick Fury frowned slightly.
“Hmm… Let’s see if this video answers my questions.”
The projection continued.
On the screen, Tony Stark was throwing a wild party.
He and James Rhodes got into a heated fight — both wearing suits of armor.
After Rhodes flew away in the armor, Tony dismissed the remaining guests.
When the house finally fell silent, he slumped against the counter, exhaustion and bitterness on his face.
“Sir,” Jarvis’ calm voice echoed. “You shouldn’t wear the armor again. It will worsen your palladium poisoning. Also, you haven’t had your… drink today.”
“Oh, come on, Jarvis,” Tony muttered, shaking his head. “I’m dying anyway. Why should I waste my last days choking down that disgusting green sludge?”
Jarvis hesitated. “Perhaps there’s another solution, sir. Palladium toxin—”
“Save it, Jarvis. Don’t sugarcoat it,” Tony cut him off.
He stood up, surveying the wrecked room.
Then, out of nowhere, he smirked. “Hey, Jarvis… what do you think about me entering a car race?”
“Uh… Sir, I don’t think that’s a wise idea.”
“Who cares? I’m dying, Jarvis. Let me have some fun before I go.”
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“Palladium poisoning… dying?”
Nick Fury muttered as he watched from his theater seat.
“No wonder he’s been acting so erratic lately. He’s become more arrogant, more reckless — even let Colonel Rhodes wear one of his suits.”
He instinctively reached for his pocket to make a call… only to realize there was nothing there.
“So, no personal items in this screening room, huh?” he muttered, giving up and turning his attention back to the screen.
In another theater, Tony stopped cursing. A wry smile crept onto his face.
“Great. Even this damn system knows I’m dying.”
The footage shifted again.
Now, Tony sat before a holographic projection, blue light glimmering over his determined expression.
“Dad,” he murmured, eyes locked on the flickering image. “Even after all these years, you’re still teaching me. Jarvis, let’s get to work.”
“Sir?” the AI responded.
“The key to the future… Maybe we can create a new element — one that solves the palladium problem once and for all!”
Tony jumped to his feet, renewed energy flooding his movements as he began working on his new design.
In the screening room, Tony leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen, not wanting to miss a single detail.
For the first time, he saw a glimmer of hope — a way to survive.
At that moment, Tony Stark completely forgot about Natasha being a spy or Nick Fury’s secret manipulations.
All he cared about was one thing:
How did I create that new element — and how the hell did I pull it off?
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Manhattan, Fall 2010.
A beam of sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across a neat, well-kept apartment.
At the table, a tall, handsome Asian youth held a coffee cup and said thoughtfully,
“So, the higher the trust value in the future events I fabricate for the Avengers, the stronger the abilities I’ll gain, right?”
“Correct,” replied a cold, mechanical voice in his mind. “The system can also provide details of events that have already happened, to help the host improve predictions about the future.”
Facing the system’s emotionless response, Linen raised an eyebrow. “And the video must include me as the host, right? The abilities I display can’t exceed my current level?”
“That is a mandatory condition,” the system confirmed.
After hearing the restriction, Linen took a sip of coffee and smirked. “I thought I could just be a Marvel editor or narrator.”
He set the cup down. “But since I have to appear on-screen… then I’d better create a brilliant persona for myself.”
With that, Linen opened his personal status panel.
[Host: Linen]
[Age: 19]
[Identity: Judge, Sophomore at the State University of New York]
[Abilities: Magic Shield (Basic), Teleportation Magic (Intermediate), Exorcism Magic (Advanced), Demon Eye (Basic), Undead Summoning (Intermediate), Undead Chains (Intermediate), Magic Slash (Intermediate)]
[Current Side Quest: None]
[Creation Points: 10 | Videos Available: 1]
[Note: You can contact future Avengers members to earn creation points.]
Looking at his panel, Linen pondered silently.
Yes — Linen was a time traveler. When he arrived in this world, his body regressed into that of a newborn. The NYPD found him and sent him to an orphanage.
Let’s not dwell on the past. For now, his system functioned as a main system.
Not only could it grant him various powers, but it could also generate subsystems that he could distribute to the Avengers.
Of course, the “future” he’d be showing them was entirely fabricated by himself.
The higher the trust value a subsystem holder had in the future he presented, the stronger the abilities Linen would obtain.
On the other hand, if they doubted the videos, his rewards would be garbage.
So, aside from appearing in the footage himself, he’d have to find ways to make the future Avengers interact with him — that was the only way to earn more creation points and continue making videos.
After thinking for a moment, Linen asked,
“System, who are the first candidates to receive the [Spoiler Subsystem]?”
The system replied mechanically,
“Subsystem initial distributors: Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, and Nick Fury.”
[Note 1: To help the host gain creation points from the Avengers more smoothly, subsystem binding will allow binders to know each other’s names.]
[Note 2: Unless the host reveals it himself, no one will know that the host also possesses the system.]
Linen nodded thoughtfully. Letting the subsystem users know of each other’s existence and compare their experiences would indeed strengthen their trust in the videos.
Still… why did one of the first binders have to be the black, bald guy?
“[Any Avengers member, or anyone related to the Avengers, may be selected.]”
After receiving the system’s explanation, Linen sighed.
Nick Fury, huh? That one’s going to be tough to deceive — the man’s suspicious of everything.
He glanced at the calendar on his phone. The current year: 2010.
At this point in time, Black Widow was undercover, sent by Nick Fury to keep an eye on Tony Stark.
“Alright,” Linen murmured. “For the first video, I’ll use this opportunity to make Nick Fury and the others believe that what they’re seeing is actually the future.”
“System, open the video production interface. I’ll write the script — you generate the footage. And retrieve the scene where Natasha and Fury talked before she went undercover with Tony Stark.”
“Understood,” the system responded.
A holographic panel materialized in front of Linen, glowing faintly.
Malibu, California — Tony Stark’s Beachfront Villa
“I just want to throw a party!”
Tony Stark shrugged, looking at Pepper Potts and his new assistant, Natalie.
He knew his palladium poisoning was worsening. His life was on a countdown.
So why not indulge a little before the end?
Pepper frowned at his casual tone. “Fine. If you insist on having a party, then Natalie will help you. I’ve got company matters to handle.”
Without another word, she turned and walked away briskly.
Watching her leave in frustration, Natasha spoke softly, “Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts actually just hopes that you can—”
“Natalie, I don’t need anyone telling me what to do!” Tony cut her off sharply.
“Sorry, Mr. Stark,” Natasha said calmly. “Then… about the party invitations—”
Before she could finish, a mechanical chime echoed in both their minds simultaneously.
The sudden sound stunned them. Before they could react, the world around them warped.
“Damn—where the hell am I?” Tony shouted, looking around.
Just a moment ago, he was in his villa. Now he was sitting in what looked like a movie theater.
“Natalie? Jarvis?” Tony called out, his voice tense.
Meanwhile, in another identical theater, Natasha immediately went on alert.
Her instincts kicked in — years of spy training sharpening her senses.
Before she could explore, the massive screen in front of her flickered to life.
[System Binding…]
[Selected Host: Natasha Romanoff]
[Identity: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.]
[System Function: Can View Future Events]
[Rules:]
Do not make loud noises while viewing future images.
Do not reveal any information about the system to unselected individuals.
Current system level: 1. Upon reaching level 5, the binder may share one viewing room.
Time ratio — 1000:1. (1000 seconds in the viewing room equals 1 second in the outside world.)
The method to upgrade the system must be discovered by the user.
[First Binding Candidates: Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Nick Fury]
As the instructions faded, the screen began to play.
In another theater, Nick Fury narrowed his one good eye at the glowing display.
“Natasha and Tony?” he muttered, jotting the names down mentally.
He couldn’t be sure whether the system referred to his Natasha and Tony or to others with the same names.
And the prompt said “first binding candidates”… meaning more people might be added later.
More importantly, this so-called system could show images of the future?
If that were true — if he could see what was coming before it happened — it would be invaluable to both S.H.I.E.L.D. and himself.
Fury leaned back in his chair, eyes locked on the screen.
He wasn’t about to miss a single second of whatever came next.
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Naruto showed a thoughtful expression. “This question… is quite complicated. My patience doesn’t allow me to explain it to you.”
“Tsk~ It’s strange for that shark-faced guy to sneak attack me.”
As he spoke, Naruto noticed Kisame forming hand seals—preparing a sneak attack.
A massive shark made of water shot out, jaws wide open, aiming straight for him.
Naruto tilted his body mid-air, easily dodging the attack.
The water shark continued on its trajectory, slamming into a nearby building.
Boom!
The structure was torn apart and collapsed instantly.
Naruto frowned, visibly annoyed. “Damn it, I liked that hot spring.”
His days living in Sunagakure had been pleasant so far—
No one disturbed him, no one watched him too closely, and there were even beautiful girls taking care of him.
To avoid further destruction, Naruto turned and flew in the direction Rasa had gone, not saying another word.
Seeing this, Kisame smirked. He thought Naruto was running away out of fear.
“Hah! Uzumaki Naruto!” Kisame shouted mockingly, following behind. “Didn’t you defeat Shukaku? What’s this? You scared now?”
But such childish provocation had zero effect on Naruto.
Ever since awakening his memories, his temperament had become calm and steady.
Things that once angered him no longer mattered as much.
Kisame’s taunting rolled right off him.
Uchiha Itachi, watching from behind, quickly understood Naruto’s actions.
He realized that Naruto was trying to prevent Sunagakure from suffering more damage.
That confirmed Itachi’s suspicion—
Uzumaki Naruto had completely betrayed Konoha… and joined Sunagakure!
Otherwise, how could one explain his actions?
He had helped strengthen the One-Tail Jinchūriki’s seal.
He had used Wood Style to restore parts of the village—
anyone with eyes could see that.
Most importantly, a genius like Naruto had his own pride.
Yet, faced with Kisame’s attacks, he swallowed his pride and retreated—
just to protect Sunagakure from further harm.
All of this proved one thing: Naruto had become one of Sunagakure’s own.
Itachi knew how vital a Jinchūriki was to Konoha’s balance.
And since his illness had mostly been cured by Orochimaru’s treatments…
“It seems,” he muttered quietly, “we’ll need to take this seriously.”
…
Naruto followed Rasa’s trail, leading Kisame and Itachi out of Sunagakure.
They arrived in a vast desert jungle—
the same place Naruto had been using to train his Wood Style.
Up in the sky, Rasa was locked in fierce combat with Deidara.
Meanwhile, Sasori had taken Gaara and was retreating rapidly into the distance.
Naruto noticed Sasori growing farther away and muttered, “Kurama, lend me your power.”
Kurama didn’t waste time—he immediately flooded Naruto with his chakra.
In an instant, a brilliant golden aura burst forth from Naruto’s body.
Tailed Beast Mode!
And then—
“Lightning Style Armor!”
It was the first time Naruto had ever used this jutsu.
At that moment, his body blazed with intertwining blue and gold light—
he looked like a Super Saiyan descending from the heavens.
Lightning Style Armor.
Ultra Light-Weight Rock Technique.
Nine-Tails Chakra Mode.
Each ability alone offered terrifying speed in the original series.
But now, all three were combined—
enhanced even further by Naruto’s mastery of the Flying Thunder God Technique.
In this state, Naruto’s speed was beyond human comprehension.
Sasori, carrying Gaara, suddenly felt a chilling sense of danger.
He glanced back—
and saw a golden figure streaking toward him at blinding speed.
The roaring shockwave tore through the air,
and Sasori’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Before he could react—
BOOM!
A golden flash pierced through his puppet body like lightning ripping the night apart.
Crack!
Boom!!
Sasori’s puppet shell shattered to pieces, revealing his true form inside.
And Gaara was already safely cradled in Naruto’s arms.
Hovering in the air, Naruto held Gaara with one hand while forming a seal with the other.
He smirked. “Don’t leave in such a hurry~ You’ve already come this far—why not stay a little longer?”
Sasori’s eyes narrowed. He sensed danger and tried to move—
but thick roots of Wood Style burst from the ground, binding him tightly.
His wrist rotated, and a black metal tube extended from it.
Fwoosh!
Flames erupted, burning through the wooden restraints—
but before he could escape, several Myojin Gates slammed down from above!
The immense sealing force pinned him instantly.
Sasori couldn’t move. His chakra flow solidified—
even control over his puppets was cut off.
His chakra was being drained rapidly into the Myojin Gates.
With Sasori sealed, Naruto turned his attention back to Rasa’s battle.
At that point, Rasa was already struggling to hold out.
Rasa’s power—how to put it…
He was strong, no doubt.
After all, the density of his gold dust far surpassed ordinary sand.
Being able to control it freely made him deadlier than the average sand user.
But the real problem was—
Deidara’s agility.
He could fly and bombard Rasa with winged clay bombs from above.
That put Rasa at a disadvantage.
And with Kisame and Itachi nearby, Rasa had to remain cautious.
If not for those two threats, he likely could’ve beaten Deidara with time.
After all, he was an experienced Kage-level veteran.
Even if Deidara was troublesome, Rasa could’ve eventually subdued him.
But now, the situation was different.
Seeing Rasa pressured from all sides, Naruto acted immediately.
He left a Flying Thunder God mark on the ground—
then teleported Gaara back to Sunagakure for safety.
When Naruto returned—less than a second had passed.
Fully powered, he charged straight at Deidara.
Sensing danger, Deidara turned and only caught a glimpse of gold—
Then came the pain.
A sharp, searing agony tore through his chest.
He looked down and saw a gaping hole, blood gushing out uncontrollably.
“What… what the hell is this speed?” Deidara gasped.
In the next instant, he saw Naruto raise his hand overhead.
A massive, swirling Wind Style sphere formed—
its destructive energy howling with terrifying force.
“Crap…” Deidara’s pupils shrank. “If that hits me, I’m dead—no question about it!”
He had only two options.
Ask for help from Kisame…
or from Itachi.
But Kisame likely wouldn’t save him.
And he despised Itachi too much to ever beg him for help.
Grinding his teeth, Deidara screamed, “Uzumaki Naruto! You brat! Hmm!”
“Why are you so full of yourself?! I’ll show you what true art is!! HMM!!”
He tore off his Akatsuki cloak, revealing his scarred, clay-filled body.
Eyes blazing with madness, he shouted toward Sasori in the distance,
“Master Sasori! Watch closely! This… this is true art! YEAH!!”
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Hearing Yugao’s words, Naruto stopped moving his hands.
He noticed her intention, his expression turning slightly cold as he said clearly, “That trick might work on me once—but only once.”
Yugao understood and apologized guiltily. “I’m sorry, little Naruto.”
Naruto waved his hand dismissively. “Let’s go.”
…
Two Anbu left Sunagakure.
In the Kazekage’s office, Rasa was secretly pleased.
If Naruto broke ties with Konoha, wouldn’t Sunagakure have a chance to take him in?
Rasa was in a rather good mood.
During this off-duty period, Temari couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself.
When she saw Konoha’s Anbu leaving, she immediately stood up and asked, “Lord Kazekage, if Naruto leaves Konoha, what will happen to my engagement with him?”
Rasa replied calmly, without changing his expression, “Of course, it won’t be canceled.”
“Phew” Temari let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good, then”
Seeing Temari’s reaction, Rasa felt puzzled.
It wasn’t like no one had pursued Temari before, but she had always ignored those handsome young men.
Yet within just a few days, she’d become attached to Naruto.
Looking at her now, if he dared to interfere with her and Naruto, she’d probably enter a rebellious phase.
At that moment, an explosion suddenly echoed through Sunagakure.
Rasa’s expression darkened. “Did Shukaku break his seal again?”
Naruto frowned slightly. “Is he really as strong as Kurama said?”
Three layers of the Eight Trigrams Seal! Three layers!
What kind of idiot Shukaku was—how could he have broken free so quickly?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Kurama’s deep voice echoed from within Naruto. “Naruto, it’s not Shukaku. It’s a group of guys in robes—they attacked Shukaku’s Jinchūriki.”
After hearing Kurama’s words, the three of them looked at each other, then leaped out of the window and landed on the rooftop.
Many Sand Shinobi were gathering below.
Black figures dashed across rooftops—ninjas rushing toward the explosion.
It seemed that Sunagakure’s residents had already grown used to these kinds of disturbances.
Rasa quickly assessed the situation, sensing the chakra fluctuations and power of the ninjutsu. His heart sank slightly.
Raising his hand, he condensed gold dust and ordered, “You two stay here. Don’t run around!”
Without waiting for Naruto or Temari to respond, he took off, flying through the air with his sand gold.
Naruto turned to Temari. “Stay here. Don’t run around.”
Temari blinked. “?”
Before she could react, Naruto shot into the sky—faster than Rasa.
Temari’s lips twitched slightly as she muttered, “What’s wrong with those two? Do they think I’m useless or something?”
Before she could finish complaining, a deafening explosion rocked the distance.
A towering flame erupted into the sky.
The destructive power of the ninjutsu leveled everything within tens of meters.
Temari took a deep breath. “This... I guess I really am useless...”
“Damn it!” she cursed under her breath. “If I had already mastered that new technique, I wouldn’t be so helpless right now!”
…
At the site of the explosion—
Deidara was carrying the unconscious Gaara over his shoulder, frowning. “What the hell is with this kid?”
“I blew him half to death, and he’s still just lying there sleeping! Huh?!”
“How disrespectful to my art! Damn it! Hmph!”
Sasori, hidden among his puppets, replied coolly, “Shut up, Deidara. That’s not art.”
Deidara snorted disdainfully. “Don’t lecture me!”
Not far away, Kisame rested Samehada on his shoulder, watching the two finish their mission. “They actually completed it that easily, huh? Next target—Itachi.”
At that moment, Uchiha Itachi stood on a nearby rooftop.
Any Sand Shinobi approaching were instantly caught in his genjutsu and froze mid-step.
“Stop!”
A powerful voice boomed from above. “Who are you? Why did you attack our Jinchūriki in Sunagakure?!”
Kisame grinned. “Huh? You actually called your own son a Jinchūriki. How touching. I wonder how you managed to steal one from Konoha.”
“Speaking of which... that blond kid is one of our targets too. Where is he?”
Rasa’s expression hardened. Realizing there was no point in questioning them further, he immediately launched his attack.
He raised his hand, condensing gold dust and hurling it toward Deidara.
Deidara feigned panic as he retreated, shouting mockingly, “Whoa! You crusty old man!”
“It was that shark-faced guy who provoked you! Why come after me, hmm!”
The gold dust slammed into the ground, leaving a massive crater.
Deidara whistled in awe. “Good thing I’ve got quick reflexes! Yeah!”
He hoisted Gaara over his shoulder and called out, “Hey, Sasori, mission’s done! Let’s retreat. We can watch Itachi’s fight from a distance.”
As Sasori began to pull back, he said curtly, “Don’t call me uncle.”
Deidara grinned. “Alright then, Mr. Scorpion.”
“...Tch,” Sasori muttered, clearly irritated.
Rasa tried to chase after Deidara, but Kisame blocked his path.
“Lord Kazekage,” Kisame sneered, revealing his sharp teeth, “why don’t you tell us where the Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki is?”
Rasa snorted, raised more gold dust, and tried to push past him to continue the chase.
Kisame was about to stop him when he caught sight of Naruto flying toward them.
Naruto landed beside him and called out, “Lord Kazekage! Don’t worry about them—go after those two! Leave these two to me.”
Deidara heard him and shouted angrily, “You brat! Who are you calling a brat, hmm?!”
Rasa glanced at Naruto, then at the unconscious Gaara.
He hesitated for a moment… then decided to trust Naruto.
He continued chasing Deidara and Sasori as they retreated toward the edge of the village.
Naruto stayed behind, facing Kisame and Itachi.
“So the Akatsuki can actually infiltrate Sunagakure, huh?” Naruto said, narrowing his eyes. “I’ve been hiding here, and you still found me.”
Kisame didn’t lower his guard despite Naruto’s young age.
He unwrapped Samehada and said, “No need to ask questions. Just come with us—or else...”
“What else?” Naruto formed a one-handed seal, his expression calm.
Cracks split the air above them. Kisame’s instincts screamed, and he leapt aside.
BOOM!
The Myojin Gate slammed down, missing him by inches.
Feeling the oppressive sealing power radiating from it, Kisame’s expression turned serious. “What the hell is that?”
Uchiha Itachi activated his Sharingan, standing calmly on the rooftop.
“Uzumaki Naruto,” he asked, “why did you leave Konoha?”
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Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jotunheim — the icy birthplace of the Frost Giants. Though smaller than Earth, it was still a planet of its own. If not for Asgard’s Bifrost Bridge, travel between the Nine Realms would be nearly impossible.
Upon King Laufey’s command, hundreds of Frost Giants stormed toward the source of the massive explosion. Their towering forms shook the frozen ground beneath them, but despite their immense size, their speed was sluggish. By the time they arrived, another dull blast echoed across the icy plains.
When the Frost Giants finally reached the blast site, they saw a lone figure standing amidst the frost — Allens.
“Hmm? A man from Midgard?” one of the Frost Giants muttered, his pale yellow eyes glinting with disdain. They remembered well the fragile humans of Midgard — once nearly wiped out by their own icy wrath centuries ago.
“Huh? Isn’t that… the God of Mischief, Loki?” another giant exclaimed as he noticed Loki’s motionless body lying on the ground, chained in glowing golden restraints. The once-proud god now looked utterly broken.
“Ha! You’ve given us quite the gift, human,” the largest of the Frost Giants — nearly four meters tall — grinned viciously. “But you’ll still die here. Kill him!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of Frost Giants roared and charged forward. The air turned frigid as waves of icy wind swept toward Allens.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., activate Frost Mode.”
At Allens’ command, his red-and-gold nano armor began to shift. The nanostructures rippled across his body like flowing water, morphing into a sleek dark-blue Frost Battle Suit. His visor’s red glow changed to a piercing azure, and the ground beneath his feet began to freeze solid.
A chilling current erupted from the armor. In seconds, a dozen charging Frost Giants were frozen solid — encased in ice sculptures.
Yes — even the Frost Giants, masters of cold, were instantly frozen by the armor’s ultra-low temperature. Their massive forms turned to glittering ice statues before shattering to pieces.
Crack! Crack!
The wave of frost that had been unleashed earlier now reversed — splintering the frozen remains of the giants into shards that scattered across the icy plain.
“J.A.R.V.I.S., record the data.” Allens’ cold voice echoed through the comms. “This Frost Battle Suit — I want to know its limits.”
From the palms of his armor, ice spears began to form. They solidified into razor-sharp javelins of condensed frost energy. Allens leaned slightly forward and threw one with immense force.
Shhh—!
The spear shot forward, freezing the very air in its path. Like a streak of blue lightning, it pierced through the chests of a dozen Frost Giants in a line before embedding into an icy cliff behind them.
“Damn you, Midgardian!” bellowed the Frost Giant leader, Taylar Krann, his voice shaking the valley. He raised his massive arm, forming a broadsword of pure ice, and charged through the corpses of his fallen kin toward Allens.
Crack—crack—crack!
As Taylar approached, Allens’ armor glowed, encased in additional layers of crystalline ice plating. He raised one arm — and from the armor, hundreds of ice spikes erupted outward, streaking toward the incoming Frost Giants like a blizzard of daggers.
Some giants managed to conjure ice shields in time, but most were skewered before they could react, their bodies hurled backward and pinned into the frozen earth.
“F***! How can this Midgardian be stronger than a god?!” Taylar growled, raising a massive ice shield to protect himself.
The shield trembled under the barrage of spikes. Several pierced through his shoulder and leg, blue blood dripping down his body onto the ice below.
“Sir, data recording complete. Shall I activate the Frozen Field?” J.A.R.V.I.S. prompted.
Allens’ eyes narrowed. “Do it. Lock down this area.”
Dozens of holographic data models flickered across his visor — real-time readings of every Frost Giant within range.
“Activating Frozen Field... Injecting energy... Blizzard module online... Temperature regulation subroutine engaged...”
As J.A.R.V.I.S.’s voice reported the sequence, Allens pressed his palm against the ground.
BOOM.
An overwhelming burst of frost energy surged outward. The ground froze instantly — the cold expanding faster than the eye could follow.
Taylar, who was the closest, had barely lifted his sword before the spreading frost swallowed him whole — freezing him solid in mid-swing.
From above, it looked like an invisible blizzard dome expanding across the land.
Centered on Allens, the frozen energy swept outward in all directions. The entire battlefield was engulfed.
Mountains, stone, ice walls — even the air itself — froze solid.
Wherever the Frost Giants stood moments ago, now there were only ice statues, each one locked in an expression of terror.
Within a kilometer radius, Jotunheim had turned into a true ice age.
“J.A.R.V.I.S.,” Allens said calmly, standing atop a rising glacier, “mark this zone — name it the Frozen Throne.”
He stood high on the ice, holding the trembling Loki by the throat in his right hand. His eyes glowed cold blue as he looked toward the distant fortress of King Laufey.
“The current King Laufey isn’t even as powerful as my armor,” Allens said indifferently. “Originally, I planned to kill you, Loki… but now it seems there’s no need.”
He deactivated his visor. Despite the frigid air, the temperature field generated by his armor kept his body perfectly warm.
“Loki, God of Mischief,” Allens said, tightening his grip, “I’ve heard you can come back from the dead. I look forward to testing that.”
His psychokinetic module activated, and a thin, invisible blade extended from his left hand. Slowly, he pressed it against Loki’s forehead.
“Ugh—!” Loki choked, unable even to scream as the energy blade cut through his skin.
Terror filled the god’s eyes.
Allens’ expression didn’t change. The blade traced deeper, and as it did, the hum of the Law Manipulation Module filled his mind — that strange, rhythmic ticking sound that always came when he touched the rules of reality itself.
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In the icy realm of Jotunheim, countless blue-skinned Frost Giants surrounded a massive block of solid ice. Inside it, Thor of Asgard and his companions struggled, roaring in frustration as they tried to break free.
On a towering ice throne, King Laufey of Jotunheim sat in silence, his crimson eyes locked coldly on Thor. He raised one massive hand, conjuring another layer of frost around the imprisoned Asgardians. He was not in a hurry — he was waiting for the arrival of the All-Father, Odin.
Meanwhile, not far from the frozen battlefield, Loki — the God of Mischief — was startled before he could even feel relief. The sudden voice of a human intruder from Midgard caught him off guard.
With a smirk, Loki created an illusion to deceive his opponent and silently appeared behind the man known as Allens. In his hand was a dagger forged from Uru steel, and with a swift motion, he plunged it straight into Allens’ chest.
“Hmph. Fragile mortal,” Loki said coldly, a proud smile curling across his lips. His tone dripped with disdain — to him, the people of Midgard were insignificant insects.
“Fragile mortal?” a calm, mocking voice replied.
Before Loki could even finish his sneer, Allens lowered his head to look at the dagger piercing through his chest — and smiled.
“What—?! I stabbed you through the heart, you bastard!” Loki snarled, his eyes widening. He yanked the dagger out and stabbed again, this time toward Allens’ head — but to his horror, the blade passed through as if stabbing empty air. No blood. No resistance.
“Sir, the phasing module is operating perfectly. Experimental data has been collected,” came J.A.R.V.I.S.’s calm voice through Allens’ comm system.
Allens grinned. “Good.”
He raised his right palm — and from the gauntlet of his nano-steel armor, a blinding crimson repulsor blast erupted.
Boom!
Caught off guard, Loki was sent flying across the icy cavern, crashing into a wall of frozen stone. The god’s Asgardian body was durable, but the searing energy burned through his armor, leaving his chest scorched black.
Cracks spread across the icy wall. Loki glanced down at his wound — his skin had turned pale blue beneath the frost, and thin layers of ice began forming over it.
“You dare injure a god?!” Loki’s eyes burned with fury. He roared and charged forward again.
Allens calmly lowered his visor. The faceplate snapped shut with a click as he boosted his psychokinetic energy. Invisible pressure, like a collapsing mountain, slammed into Loki mid-charge.
“Ugh—! You… damn mortal!” Loki coughed blood, glaring hatefully. “You wounded a god with that outdated metal shell? I’ll make you regret being born!”
He pulled himself from the shattered wall, summoning a dozen energy projections — perfect duplicates of himself, all armed and sneering. These were Loki’s illusory clones, crafted with divine power and almost indistinguishable from his true body.
“Clones, huh?” Allens’ voice came cold through his helmet. “J.A.R.V.I.S., activate the nano-duplication module.”
“Understood, sir. Nano-duplication system online.”
At once, Allens’ armor shimmered. Segments of nanobots detached from his suit, reassembling into more than a dozen identical copies of himself. Each nano-duplicate carried the same weapons, armor systems, and even Allens’ DNA signature.
The air filled with mechanical whirring.
Boom—boom—boom!
Dozens of red-eyed duplicates raised their weapons simultaneously. Missiles, laser cannons, and shock bombs locked onto Loki’s illusions.
Then came the command. “Fire.”
A blinding series of explosions lit up Jotunheim’s dark sky. The shockwave tore through the frozen plain, and a towering mushroom cloud rose from the battlefield.
King Laufey, still seated on his throne, scowled as the tremors reached him. “What’s happening? Has someone else invaded Jotunheim?”
He slammed his icy fist against the armrest. “Go! Kill the intruder!”
Immediately, an army of Frost Giants surged forward, their massive forms shaking the earth, the temperature dropping with every step.
“What in the Nine Realms is going on?!” roared Thor from inside his icy prison. The sound of distant explosions echoed through the frost. His face twisted with anger, and he smashed Mjolnir against the ice again, leaving another deep crater but failing to break free.
“Thor, calm yourself. Anger won’t help,” said Lady Sif, her tone steady. As an Asgardian warrior, she knew Laufey wouldn’t dare kill them — not with Odin’s son trapped before him.
Her words steadied Thor’s rage. He glanced at Loki’s position — his brother was unusually quiet, lying near the edge of the ice field.
Back at the explosion site, Loki’s illusions had already been obliterated. Even his divine trickery couldn’t fool Allens — not when the man possessed the Mind Stone embedded in his armor.
“Sir, incoming Frost Giants approaching fast,” J.A.R.V.I.S. reported. On Allens’ visor, countless blue signatures appeared — heatless figures glowing against the frigid landscape.
“They’re coming, huh?” Allens smirked. “Let’s finish with Loki first.”
His body was suddenly surrounded by a sphere of blue energy — and in an instant, he appeared right in front of Loki.
“Gamma ray amplification — activate. Power increasing by 10%... 100%... 500%.”
Within his armor, a surge of gamma radiation flooded the nano-suit, multiplying its strength to rival even the Hulk.
BOOM!
Allens’ punch came down like a falling mountain. It smashed Loki deep into the frozen ground. Loki’s scream echoed as waves of pain tore through his divine body.
Allens grabbed Loki by the leg, swung him violently, and slammed him across the icy plain over and over again.
Peng!
He finally threw Loki aside. The god’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud, lying limp and motionless. His eyes stared blankly into the cold sky.
“The mighty god of mischief,” Allens said, looking down at him with disdain. “So fragile after all.”
The words echoed mockingly — the same insult Loki had used moments earlier.
This time, the silence that followed was absolute.
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Su Luo faced the challenge calmly, knowing that his strength and confidence could overcome any opponent.
As the game entered its final minutes, Dortmund still maintained their lead, but the opposition refused to give up.
They continued to press forward, attacking relentlessly in an attempt to equalize.
Su Luo reacted before the opposing player could reach him.
He quickly volleyed the ball from outside the penalty area and, with perfect control, stopped it deftly at his feet.
A precise and powerful cross curved beautifully through the air and landed perfectly on Robert’s head.
Robert leaped high, meeting the ball with a strong header, stretching his body while bracing for the defender’s pressure.
The entire Dortmund crowd rose to their feet, cheering wildly for Robert, hoping he would turn this header into another goal.
However, at that moment, an opposing player suddenly jumped even higher and cleared the ball with perfect timing.
The aggressive defense shocked Su Luo. He hadn’t expected such quick reactions and speed from the opponent.
Taking a deep breath, Su Luo watched the opposing player retreat.
He knew this wasn’t the time to hesitate — it was the time to display his true strength.
Su Luo started running like the wind across the field. The football rolled smoothly beneath his feet, spinning with precision.
Every opponent he passed could only watch helplessly as the ball slipped by them like a ghost.
Finally, Su Luo reached the opponent’s penalty area.
He aimed for the corner of the goal — and fired.
The shot was flawless, slicing into the net with unstoppable force.
The crowd erupted with thunderous cheers.
In the stands, Emily clutched her scarf tightly, her eyes glistening with tears as she watched the man she loved score with such brilliance and decisiveness.
On the pitch, Su Luo smiled and waved at Emily.
He knew that this goal was both a message to his opponents — and a gift for her.
Moments later, Su Luo received a precise pass from his teammate Hagen, controlling the ball firmly with the inside of his foot.
He felt a surge of excitement — this was his perfect chance to score again.
The defenders in front of him lunged forward fiercely, but Su Luo remained calm.
He weaved past them quickly and gracefully, sprinting straight into the penalty area.
The Dortmund supporters roared, the stadium shaking with energy.
Scarves waved, flags fluttered, and cheers rolled like waves through the stands.
Su Luo felt the pressure and excitement fuse in his chest.
He broke into the box with poise and confidence. Several defenders tried to close in, but he feinted left, then flicked the ball lightly with his right foot.
At that instant, time seemed to freeze.
Under the blazing lights of Griffin Stadium, only Su Luo’s solitary figure and the spinning ball remained.
He lifted his head, eyes locked on the goal — determination burning in his heart.
Holding his breath, Su Luo aimed at the corner and unleashed his full strength.
The ball soared through the night sky, cutting a sharp diagonal path toward the corner of the goal.
The net rippled violently as the ball crashed in, like a thousand arrows piercing through the silence.
It brushed past the helpless goalkeeper, struck the net, and bounced a few times before finally coming to rest.
The crowd exploded in celebration — Su Luo had sealed the victory.
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He was grateful to be the core player and leader of this team.
Amid the continuous cheers and applause from the crowd, Su Luo and Robert embraced, encouraging and thanking each other.
He felt deeply thankful for his teammates’ passes and cooperation, which strengthened his determination to keep moving forward.
Su Luo paused and looked toward the wildly cheering fans in the stands.
He could feel the atmosphere both on and off the pitch — the joy of victory and the pride born from their shared effort.
He was grateful once again to stand at the heart of this team, to be its core and its leader.
Amid the thunderous applause, Su Luo and Robert hugged once more, sharing their mutual encouragement and gratitude.
He silently thanked every teammate for their trust and teamwork — the unity that gave him strength and belief.
Meanwhile, on the sidelines, Hagen watched the match closely, keeping his eyes fixed on Su Luo and Robert’s performance.
When he saw Su Luo score, Hagen nodded with satisfaction.
As captain, he knew just how crucial Su Luo’s role had been in this match.
“Su Luo, that was brilliant! Keep it up!” Hagen shouted.
His throat was already hoarse, but he didn’t care.
Robert turned to Su Luo and said, “Next, we need to organize our attacks more boldly! Their defensive line is in chaos — we can exploit the gaps.”
Su Luo nodded, realizing Robert was right.
He could feel that his influence on the pitch was growing, filling him with renewed confidence.
Dortmund’s momentum began to surge, and the fans’ emotions were mixed.
Some jumped up and waved their flags in excitement.
Others bit their lips nervously, praying the team could hold on to their narrow lead.
The entire stadium buzzed with tension and exhilaration.
Su Luo continued breaking through the opponent’s defense, displaying his leadership and vision.
He quickly directed his teammates, adjusting their tactical coordination and using their chemistry to disrupt the opponent’s rhythm.
Whether passing, shooting, or breaking through, Su Luo demonstrated superb technique and intelligence.
The crowd’s emotions swung wildly — some cheered ecstatically, while others closed their eyes, too nervous to watch.
Everyone was on edge, as if they themselves were out there playing.
As stoppage time approached, the score remained tight — Dortmund still held a fragile one-goal lead.
Su Luo could feel the tension pressing in from all sides, along with the hopeful gazes of the fans. He knew he had to shine once more to secure the win.
In the stands, Emily clutched her scarf tightly, her anxious yet hopeful eyes fixed on Su Luo.
She was his most important supporter off the field — always appearing at the moments he needed encouragement the most.
That silent understanding between them filled Su Luo with warmth and strength.
Emily prayed for him, believing he could lead the team to victory.
She knew that Su Luo was a young man full of confidence and intelligence — someone who would make the right decision when it mattered most.
Feeling Emily’s faith and blessings gave Su Luo even greater courage and determination.
He silently vowed not to let her down.
As the match drew toward its end, the intensity on the field only grew fiercer.
The opposing team ramped up their attack, launching wave after wave toward Dortmund’s goal.
In response, Su Luo showed astonishing speed and composure.
His eyes locked onto an opposing player — and in that instant, he could sense the mockery in the man’s gaze.
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Deidara burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Uchiha Itachi, I didn’t expect someone as cold and ruthless as you to have such a ridiculous little brother. This is truly eye-opening for me!”
He smirked. “But since your brother is that arrogant, I wonder—are you just as arrogant in private?”
Itachi’s eyes narrowed slightly, a clear look of displeasure flashing across his face.
Sasori quickly controlled his puppet and snapped at Deidara, “Deidara, shut your filthy mouth!”
What’s gotten into this kid today?
Deidara often liked to provoke Itachi, but today, he was being unusually reckless.
Kisame, walking ahead, noticed the thick forest in front of them and asked, “Are we in the wrong place? Is this really Sunagakure?”
Itachi replied calmly, “This is the latest intelligence from the organization. Both the Nine-Tails Jinchūriki and the One-Tail Jinchūriki are currently in Sunagakure.”
Sasori said in surprise, “So the rumors are true—Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki can really use Wood Style.”
Kisame looked out over the vast forest—trees covering what was once desert—and grinned cruelly. “With Wood Style this powerful, his chakra reserves must be enormous.”
Sasori glanced at Kisame curiously. “Do you have as much chakra as him?”
Kisame chuckled. “Not even close. I just have my own ways of unleashing large-scale ninjutsu.”
Itachi silently observed the sea of trees spreading across the sand, his expression darkening.
Not long ago, the Akatsuki had given him a mission—to capture a tailed beast.
He’d learned that Uzumaki Naruto, the Nine-Tails’ Jinchūriki, had left Konoha and gone to Sunagakure.
At first, Itachi thought Naruto was on an official mission.
But now, seeing Sunagakure surrounded by this vast Wood Style growth… he began to suspect the truth.
Could Naruto have actually defected?
Only someone with Wood Style could bring life to a land like this.
Did he really abandon Konoha?
…
Meanwhile, a team from Konoha arrived at Sunagakure.
Their mission: bring back Uzumaki Naruto.
But Naruto was nowhere to be found. Instead, they were told he had become a missing-nin.
The Konoha shinobi refused to believe it.
If this had been before, maybe they would’ve thought it possible—Naruto had always been isolated and treated coldly, so leaving the village wouldn’t have been unthinkable.
But now that everyone knew he was the Fourth Hokage’s son, people no longer shunned him—they respected him.
In that case, would Naruto really defect?
The Konoha Anbu didn’t believe it at all. They insisted on seeing Naruto in person.
Rasa had no choice but to ask Temari to find him again.
When Temari finally located Naruto—
He was relaxing in a hot spring.
Bathing, changing clothes, and burning incense—these were the three “metaphysical steps” he always took before running a simulation.
Temari stepped into the steamy bathhouse, her vision hazy through the thick white mist.
She called softly, “Naruto?”
Naruto, eyes closed in relaxation, opened them in surprise when he heard her voice. “Temari? What are you doing here?”
Temari walked closer, through the mist, and saw Naruto alone in the spring.
Under the soft, dim light, his face looked even more striking—sharp features, blue eyes glinting like crystal.
For some reason, Temari felt her heart skip. He looked… even more handsome fresh out of the bath.
She turned her face slightly. “You should go. They don’t believe what your Shadow Clone said.”
“Alright,” Naruto replied with a resigned sigh as he stood up and stepped out of the water.
Temari quickly turned around, her face flushing as she swallowed nervously. “I—I’ll wait for you outside.”
…
Not long after, Naruto and Temari appeared in the Kazekage’s office.
The Konoha Anbu had been waiting for some time.
Upon seeing the real Naruto arrive, his Shadow Clone dispersed on its own.
Naruto absorbed the clone’s memories, then turned his attention to the two Konoha Anbu present.
One was a stranger—but the other, he recognized immediately.
Uzuki Yugao.
Seeing Naruto enter, Yugao’s eyes lit up. “Naruto! Tell me this isn’t true—are you really leaving Konoha?”
Naruto couldn’t help but smile faintly. The Third Hokage really knew how to play the emotional card.
Sarutobi Hiruzen must have known Yugao had been kind to Naruto in the past, so he’d sent her here deliberately.
“Well,” Naruto said frankly, “I’ve already made up my mind.”
Yugao’s expression froze. A heavy sadness washed over her.
The son of the Fourth Hokage… walking the same path as a rogue ninja.
It was a tragedy Konoha didn’t need.
She wanted to speak again, but Naruto interrupted her. “Enough. I don’t want to make things harder for you. Just deliver my message to Lord Third.”
The other Anbu beside her frowned and drew his sword. “Uzumaki Naruto. You should already know how important you are to the village as a Jinchūriki.”
“Come back with us now—or I’ll have to—”
Crack!
Naruto’s hands formed a quick seal.
Thick wooden branches erupted from the ground beneath the Anbu’s feet, wrapping tightly around him and immobilizing his body.
Seeing Naruto move so suddenly, Rasa immediately tried to mediate. “Naruto, perhaps you should return to Konoha first?”
Of course, he could easily keep Naruto in Sunagakure—but in front of Konoha’s representatives, he had to maintain appearances.
That way, Sarutobi Hiruzen wouldn’t suspect him of anything.
Naruto ignored Rasa’s suggestion and looked coldly at the bound Anbu. “Otherwise, what will you do?”
Bang!
The Anbu struggled, but the Wood Style tightened further. His chakra was being absorbed through the branches, forcing him to drop his sword.
Behind his mask, his expression twisted with pain and anger. “Uzumaki Naruto! Don’t forget who you are!” he growled.
“You’re the son of the Fourth Hokage—Konoha’s Jinchūriki! You can’t betray the village!”
“If you do this, you’ll stain the Fourth Hokage’s name!”
Naruto said nothing, only increased the pressure.
The Anbu began coughing, gasping for air—but still refused to stop talking.
“Uzumaki Naruto! You took the First Hokage’s ninjutsu scroll and abandoned the village!” he shouted hoarsely. “You’re a traitor! A disgrace to your father! An ungrateful fool!”
“If you don’t come back, think about your friends—how do you think Konoha will treat them after this?!”
Naruto sighed deeply, then turned to Yugao with a helpless look. “Why is he so brave for someone about to die?”
Yugao looked confused. “Naruto… can you tell me why you’re doing this?”
Because she’d once tried to protect him, Naruto didn’t hide anything. “Simple. I just don’t like being disturbed.”
Yugao nodded seriously. “Alright. I understand. I’ll tell Lord Third exactly that.”
Rasa, standing nearby, thought to himself, Hmm… I’ll remember that too.
Yugao then looked at her colleague, who was on the verge of suffocating, and pleaded, “Naruto, please don’t be impulsive.”
“If he dies, I’ll be implicated for not stopping you…”
She’d clearly realized something—Naruto no longer had any emotional ties to Konoha.
So instead of lecturing him about loyalty, she appealed to his sense of personal connection.
It was a much smarter way to reach him—far better than trying to guilt him in the name of Konoha.
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"Is this still the Land of Wind?"
Temari walked through the dense forest, unaware that she had gotten a little lost.
She shouted for a while but couldn’t find Naruto, who was somewhere nearby practicing ninjutsu.
“There’s no other way… I’ll have to find another route.”
Temari reached behind her back, took off her giant fan, unfolded it completely, and swung it with all her strength to perform her ninjutsu.
“Wind Style: Flurry of Air Flow!”
As the iron fan swept through the air, a fierce wind roared across the sand and trees, stirring up tremendous force.
—Somewhere in the jungle—
Naruto heard the sound and sensed that the source carried his own Flying Thunder God mark.
Is someone fighting?
And among those fighting… someone has my mark?
Better check it out.
Among the Sand Shinobi, the only one who carried Naruto’s Flying Thunder God mark was Temari.
Sensing the location, Naruto used the Flying Thunder God Technique and instantly teleported to the scene.
When he arrived, he saw only Temari.
“Temari, what happened?” Naruto asked in confusion.
After spending a few days together, the awkwardness between them had mostly faded.
Temari shook her head. “No enemies. Someone from Konoha came looking for you. They asked me to call you back to the village. I couldn’t find you, so I used ninjutsu.”
“I see.” Naruto shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t really want to go back. They can just label me a rogue ninja.”
Temari froze, stunned. “Huh? Naruto? Did I hear that right?”
Naruto nodded seriously. “Yeah. If you really need help, you can take one of my Shadow Clones with you.”
With that, he formed a seal and created a Shadow Clone, while the real Naruto continued practicing his Wood Style.
Seeing how determined he was, Temari sighed and held her forehead. “Alright… but if that’s the case, does our marriage still mean anything?”
Right.
Naruto and Temari’s marriage had originally been arranged to strengthen the alliance between Sand and Leaf.
Now that Naruto wanted to become a missing-nin, what would happen to that arrangement?
Naruto thought her words made sense—but he’d already grown used to life in Sunagakure.
The place was nice. Peaceful.
No one ordered him around, no one spied on him, and no one treated him like a monster.
It was a simple, quiet life—and Naruto didn’t want that to change.
As for “the plot”?
What plot?
Wouldn’t the world keep spinning even without him?
Without Naruto, there would still be power-hungry fools and villains running around.
And if Konoha didn’t have Naruto or the Nine Tails, its threat level would only drop.
But what did that have to do with him?
Naruto didn’t feel like he owed Konoha anything.
He’d been bullied and isolated since childhood, treated like an outcast.
He couldn’t even buy things without being glared at.
After years of that, it was hard to feel any affection for the village.
As for Konoha’s “training” and the First Hokage’s scrolls he used—those could easily be repaid with his parents’ legacy.
At this point, Konoha was nothing more than a name to him.
Just a place where a few of his friends—and a few old fools—happened to live.
After a moment of thought, Naruto turned to Temari. “About the marriage… Temari, do you actually like me?”
“Huh?” Temari averted her gaze, her voice softening. “Why are you asking that all of a sudden…”
“Honestly,” Naruto said, “I only agreed to the engagement because of the Kazekage’s orders. But after spending time with you… you’re actually pretty great.”
Temari wasn’t usually shy, but even she blushed when he said that.
Naruto could already tell from her reaction. “Alright then. About the marriage—let’s just follow Lord Rasa’s arrangements for now. If he doesn’t cancel it, everything’s fine.”
“And if he does?” Temari asked quietly.
Naruto didn’t reply. He just smiled at her.
Realizing what that meant, Temari’s cheeks turned even redder.
“I understand,” she said softly. “Keep practicing, I’ll head back first.”
When Temari left, Naruto resumed his training.
That night, he lay on a branch formed by his Wood Style and stared up at the calm night sky.
He thought about the past few days.
After training nonstop, he’d realized how hard it was to actually improve his combat power.
The stronger you get, the harder it is to break through.
Practicing ninjutsu only made him more familiar with techniques—it didn’t raise his strength by much.
At this point, his combat power was still about 2,000 short of his mission goal of 150,000.
In other words, several days of training hadn’t made much difference compared to his natural growth.
Should I use the simulation instead? he wondered.
Opening his system panel, Naruto checked his stats.
Six simulations left.
He could use them to boost his power—but he didn’t have any incense left. He’d need to return to Sunagakure to buy some.
He still had over 10 billion silver taels and four Nine Tails summoning cards in his backpack.
Money wasn’t an issue.
As for the summoning cards, he didn’t plan to strengthen Kurama anytime soon.
Naruto’s own combat power was still far below the Nine Tails’.
What if Kurama got too strong again, and Naruto couldn’t suppress him with seals?
Sure, they were “friends”—but that friendship worked only because their powers were roughly equal.
If Naruto weakened, Kurama could easily take over his body.
Even though the fox now seemed to trust him, laughed with him, and acted friendly… Naruto still stayed cautious.
Because his past life had taught him one thing:
You can trust people—but never completely.
That’s just advice. Take it or leave it.
…
Using the Flying Thunder God Technique, Naruto returned to his hotel, took a bath, and changed clothes.
He’d heard that doing so before simulating improved luck.
Maybe it was just superstition—but it felt good anyway.
Meanwhile, outside Sunagakure—
Four figures appeared in the desert.
“Hey, hey, are you serious?”
A young man with blonde hair grinned. “This is a picture of Itachi’s little brother! He’s still so arrogant—why aren’t you reacting?”
Sasori glanced at Deidara and snapped, “Shut up. You’re too noisy.”
They were joined by Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame.
Kisame grinned, flashing his shark-like teeth. “What’s wrong, Itachi? Feeling the pressure?”
He took the photo from Deidara and handed it to Itachi.
Itachi accepted it without thinking—and froze after a single glance.
In the photo, Sasuke was wearing a cat servant costume, staring at the camera with a shy expression…
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Boom, boom, boom—
Above the icy expanse of Jotunheim, a blinding, multicolored beam of light crashed down from the heavens, sending powerful shockwaves rippling through the frozen landscape.
Thor led three Asgardian warriors—Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg—along with the valiant Lady Sif and his brother, Loki, the God of Mischief, as they descended upon Jotunheim.
After landing, Thor turned to look around—and found himself surrounded by Frost Giants. Seeing the towering, dark-blue figures closing in, a bead of cold sweat formed on his brow.
“Thor Odinson, son of Odin, King of Asgard—what business do you have in my realm?”
King Laufey, ruler of the Frost Giants, glared at Thor with his crimson eyes. A mocking smile curled on his lips—he had known of Thor’s arrival all along.
“Damn it! How did you know about our mission in advance?” Thor muttered under his breath. Though brave, the God of Thunder wasn’t without tactical sense. From Laufey’s tone, he realized the Frost Giant king had anticipated their infiltration.
“There are many traitors around Odin,” Laufey said coldly, his gaze flickering toward Loki with subtle intent. The implication was clear—even Odin might not realize there was a betrayer among his own blood.
“Damn Frost Giant! You dare insult my father!”
Furious, Thor hurled Mjolnir. The hammer shot forward like lightning, smashing through the chests of three towering Frost Giants in an instant.
“Thor Odinson,” Laufey said indifferently, unfazed by the deaths of his warriors, “if you withdraw now, I will pretend this never happened. Do not provoke war between Jotunheim and Asgard.”
He had countless Frost Giants under his command—those who fell could be replaced. What Laufey truly wanted was to push Thor into rash action.
“All right… you win.”
Thor glanced at the endless sea of Frost Giants surrounding them and realized he couldn’t win here. He prepared to retreat.
“This won’t do. If you go back now, how am I supposed to stir things up?”
Hidden nearby, Allens smirked. Raising his right hand, a faint, invisible light flickered—the illusion module of his advanced nano-steel armor activated silently.
Swish.
A barely perceptible shimmer spread over King Laufey’s body. At the same time, Thor heard a taunting voice whisper in his ear—
“Run back home with your tail between your legs, little princess of Asgard.”
The mocking tone sounded exactly like Laufey’s, making Thor freeze in his tracks. His expression twisted into a sneer, and he gripped Mjolnir tightly.
“Laufey—you’re dead!”
With a roar, Thor swung Mjolnir in a powerful arc, the spinning hammer blasting through a dozen Frost Giants around him.
“Foolish Son of Odin! If you defy me, then prepare for war!”
Allens’ illusion worked perfectly—Laufey had no idea what had truly happened. Seeing Thor suddenly attack, Laufey’s rage erupted. With a furious shout, he waved his hand, and countless Frost Giants charged forward.
The battle began. Though outnumbered, Thor, the God of Thunder, fought fiercely. Mjolnir crackled with thunderous might as he struck down giant after giant.
Loki stood behind, casting illusionary magic to confuse the enemies. The Warriors Three fought bravely by Thor’s side, while Lady Sif’s twin blades cut through Frost Giants one after another.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Laufey’s expression darkened as more of his warriors fell. Frost began to spread up his arm as he slammed his fist into the ground.
Crack. Crack.
A terrifying chill radiated outward. Even without the Casket of Ancient Winters, Laufey—the ruler of Jotunheim—still wielded terrifying power, enough to rival even Odin’s might in his prime.
Crack. Crack.
As Thor swung Mjolnir again, the ground beneath his feet froze solid. The intense cold slowed his movements, and even Mjolnir began to frost over.
“Damn it—it’s Laufey’s Frozen Domain!” Loki shouted grimly.
He hadn’t expected Laufey to unleash his most powerful technique. With the Casket of Ancient Winters in hand, Laufey could freeze an entire continent with a single strike. Even without it, his ice powers were still formidable.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Massive ice spires erupted from the ground, encasing Thor and his companions in layers of solid frost. Laufey poured all his strength into his Frozen Domain, trapping even Thor in unbreakable ice.
“Ignorant child… you will soon be our prisoner in Jotunheim,” Laufey sneered.
His original plan had been to delay Thor long enough for Odin to find him and lose faith in his son—but this outcome was even better. Still, Laufey knew Loki’s help came only from self-interest; the trickster god would never truly serve him.
“Damn it… that bastard betrayed me!”
Hidden safely away, Loki had avoided being frozen. From the start, he had cloaked himself in powerful illusion magic, confident that even Laufey couldn’t detect him.
“How amusing,” a cold, mocking voice echoed nearby. “Loki, the God of Mischief, calling someone else a traitor? Truly entertaining.”
The sound sent chills down Loki’s spine. He turned sharply to see a dark-haired man of Midgard—Asian in appearance—standing before him, exuding deadly intent.
“Nice to meet you, Loki… the infamous God of Mischief.”
The man before him—helmet removed—was Allens, his true face revealed. Seeing Loki’s startled expression, Allens smirked faintly.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” Loki demanded, a dagger materializing in his hand.
“My name is Allens,” he said coldly. “Son of Odin… and I’ve come to claim your title.”
Loki’s eyes widened, but before he could react, another Loki appeared behind Allens and drove a dagger straight toward his heart.
“Hmph… foolish mortal.”
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