A Good Show (2/5)

Not only Thor, Loki also received a text message from Asgard.

For over seventy years, All-Father Odin, had not contacted the two of them, nor had he sent anyone to Midgard.

The two, so engrossed in their pleasure that they almost forgot their mission and duty, were completely oblivious to their surroundings.

The messages were largely the same, urging the two to return to Asgard as soon as possible.

"No!"

Thor the Roar, his despair and anger palpable.

"I'm not going back! I Midgard!"

Earth is so much fun!

You can play any game you want, and even the quality of the wine and food is far superior to that of Asgard.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Sending him back to that poor, remote Asgard, where all he does all day is drink and brag, would be worse than killing him!

In Midgard, Thor can hone his Dou Technique in Virtual Reality game and unleash his full power.

In Asgard, when he sparred with those Champion, he always held back, afraid of accidentally killing them.

For him, this place was Heaven!

Thor even felt that after seventy years of constant "life-or-death battles," a brand new sense of power was about to burst forth and Awakening.

Sometimes, when he woke up in the morning and washed up, he could see his eyes filled with the silvery-white light of Judgment Lightning in the mirror!

Compared to his overgrown childish older brother, Loki was much more carefree. "I don't want to go back either, but Father must have his reasons for choosing to send a message now."

It just so happens that he's been experiencing a creative block lately, so going back to Asgard to gather inspiration is a good option.

"Thor, will you take me with you to your homeland?"

Jane Foster blinked her big, watery eyes, waiting for her boyfriend's response.

"I won't go back! I'll stay in Midgard with you forever, and I'm not going anywhere else!"

Thor's answer was clearly somewhat defiant.

As if enraged by his willfulness, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

As the light faded, a man clad in golden Battle Armor appeared before the three.

This person holds a battle scepter, exudes a powerful and majestic aura, and his white hair moves without wind.

He was like an ancient monarch, possessing the authority to decide life and death with a single word, making people afraid to get close to him.

The citizens who had initially been drawn to the strange sights here spontaneously began to keep their distance, and the noisy discussions turned into whispers.

"Father... Father."

Thor instantly lost his confidence and lowered his head in submission.

Having been a director for decades, Loki was much more mature than before, had seen all kinds of situations, and quickly regained his composure.

He squinted and bowed slightly. "Father, it's been a long time. Thor and I have missed you very much."

Odin ignored his two good-for-nothing sons.

His original intention was to hang those two little bastards up and give them a good beating to vent the frustration that had been building up in his chest for over seventy years.

But he didn't dare.

He didn't quite understand whether that being from back then was just Shi Xing or genuinely favored his two foolish sons who lacked great wisdom but were full of petty cleverness.

"Your Excellency Wang Yan, the agreed-upon deadline has passed. You won't go back on your word, will you?"

Odin seemed to be speaking to the air in front of him.

As he finished speaking, a figure slowly materialized before his eyes.

The newcomer had red lips and white teeth, black hair and black eyes, and handsome features; he was a typical Asian.

The other person's appearance was clearly very conspicuous, but for some reason, Odin always felt that if he turned his head, he would immediately forget what he looked like.

It was Wang Yan.

That lunatic who used to yell about destroying Asgard.

Odin gripped Gungnir tightly in his hand, his eyes shining brightly.

Back then, he wasn't well-prepared, and for the sake of Asgard's comfort, he was unwilling to break ties with them.

Now...

He's someone you can't afford to offend.

Gungnir vanished from the palm of the God-King, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Over the past seventy years, Odin has used his connections to extend his lifespan and enhance his combat power through various means.

He originally thought he was well prepared and that even if he was still no match for Wang Yan, he could still make the other party wary.

But now, upon meeting, all my confidence vanished.

"You've become stronger than you did seventy years ago."

Unwilling to admit it, Odin had to acknowledge that the gap in strength between himself and Wang Yan was widening.

The gap has now reached a point where he is in despair.

He can never bridge this distance.

"It's a trivial matter, no need to worry about it."

Wang Yan smiled warmly and said in a gentle tone, "I'm a man of my word. You can take Thor and Loki away, but..."

The worst thing is when things take a turn for the better.

Upon hearing the word "but," Odin's heart immediately jumped.

Fortunately, Wang Yan had no intention of teasing him and said directly, "There will be a good show in Midgard in a few days. Why don't you watch it before you leave?"

Good show...

Odin could not understand what he meant.

He used his Prophecy authority, but to no avail.

In fact, more than seventy years ago, the universe underwent some irreversible changes.

Any abilities related to time and space are suppressed to the greatest extent possible.

Odin had only harbored some doubts at first, but now, standing before Wang Yan and Prophecy divine prophecy completely ineffective, he understood...

Everything was caused by the man in front of me.

Those who understand the times are wise.

Odin, as the ruler of Asgard, had lived for countless years and naturally understood this principle.

He knew the situation was beyond his control, and he wouldn't be so reckless as to offend the other party.

"Good."

He nodded.

Thor, that troublemaker, immediately beamed. "Father, I recommend something interesting to you— Virtual Reality games. It's a specialty of Midgard!"

The First Academy of Sciences of the Federation.

In a laboratory.

"You two heartless bastards! You've given me cancer! I'm going to file a complaint against you with the God of Justice!"

Deadpool Wade screamed, twisting his toes, trying to kill the arrogant man who was fiddling with his body with the only part of his body he could move.

Tony Stark also seemed a little embarrassed.

After giving the other person an anesthetic injection, he retorted, "Shut up! You illiterate, you have cancer genes!"

"Our experiment only caused your early-stage cancer to progress to a late-stage one. Nobody wants this to happen. Don't blame us entirely!"

Wade, like a salted fish that's been baking in the sun for three days, gave him a listless Byakugan.

Bruce Banner sighed, "Next, inject the Super Soldier Gene Serum and Wolverine Logan's gene sample, while simultaneously removing oxygen from the surgical chamber."

Tony patted Wade's face with the mechanical surgical arm. "Buddy, stop struggling, this is a rare find that we worked so hard to get!"

As the medication was injected, Wade's vision went black, and he lost consciousness...