Berserker Staff (Middle)

"You're injured." Inside a run-down motel room, Shen Fei arrived after receiving Ada's notification and immediately saw her pale face.

"Just a minor wound." Ada waved her hand, putting on a nonchalant expression, but her tightly furrowed brows betrayed her.

"Your ribs are broken, and you call that a minor wound? Why didn't you go to the hospital?" After checking her over, Shen Fei's left hand produced a scalpel, activating the Op-Op Fruit's ability to cut out the injured area, treat it, and then return it to Ada's body.

"You can do that? You really should become a doctor." Ada touched the healed spot with a look of amazement.

"I am a doctor. Anyway, what happened?" Shen Fei immediately asked about the incident.

"The item was stolen. I never expected a professor to be so formidable." Ada quickly explained how she got hurt.

Of the four tasks Shen Fei had given her, Ada had been working on them all, prioritizing by urgency. The Berserker Staff was something she took very seriously—professionals truly were professionals.

Though Shen Fei hadn't named the book, its content revolved around Asgardian myths and legends. So Ada had people investigate Norwegian cultists and pagans, using them to track down the book.

And she found it exactly from the couple in the Original Work who went searching for the Berserker Staff.

Before Asgard had revealed itself, everything about it was just legend, believed by few. In the Original Work, the couple only started their search after the Battle of New York, when Thor appeared.

Since Thor the Thunder God existed, Asgard must exist too, so the book's records might be real. That was the mindset that drove the couple to begin their hunt.

After obtaining the book, Ada consulted several mythology professors and experts before locating the first Berserker Staff. What she didn't expect was that while searching for the second one, she ran into a professor she had consulted before—Dr. Elliot Randolph, a university professor.

Thinking he was just an ordinary professor, Ada didn't take him seriously. She paid the price for that. This seemingly ordinary professor possessed astonishing strength. Ada couldn't beat him, and the item was taken.

"You search high and low, only to find it without effort." After hearing Ada's account, Shen Fei couldn't help but smile.

He knew exactly who this professor was. But without knowing his name or location—only that he was a professor, and there were countless such professors worldwide—Shen Fei hadn't bothered to look for him.

Now, the man had come to him.

"You know who he is?" Ada caught Shen Fei's expression immediately.

"I know of such a person, but not his identity. Can we track him now?"

"Of course." Ada pulled out a Tracker.

As a spy, her belongings weren't so easily stolen.

"Aren't we following him?" Watching Elliot Randolph up ahead, carrying a long wrapped bundle, glancing around, then quickly getting into his car and driving off, Ada asked curiously.

"Aren't we still missing one piece? Instead of searching slowly ourselves, why not let him lead us to it?" Shen Fei, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled.

"He knows where it is—why hasn't he searched for it until now?" Ada asked, stunned.

"It was his stash to begin with. Why would he need to look for it?" Shen Fei turned to Ada with a grin.

"You mean..." Ada was so shaken by Shen Fei's words that if not for her seatbelt, she might have jumped up.

Magic was one thing—it was a shock, but superpowers already existed, so magic was just magic. Earth had plenty of magical legends.

But mythological figures were different. This was Norse mythology's Asgard. Ada had read that book many times to find the Berserker Staff.

"Why so surprised? So-called gods can just be seen as aliens."

"Aliens."

Even with Shen Fei's explanation, getting Ada to accept it immediately was impossible.

"Alright, let's follow him first."

In Ireland, inside an old, timeworn church, Elliot Randolph slipped in quietly and retrieved the last piece of the Berserker Staff he had hidden there.

"Where should I hide it now?" Looking at the three pieces of the Berserker Staff in his bag, Elliot Randolph muttered to himself.

"Hide it with me." Shen Fei and Ada stepped out as they spoke.

"It's you." Elliot Randolph spotted Ada and roughly understood the situation.

"You're an Asgardian. The Berserker who owned this." Ada studied Elliot Randolph for a moment before asking directly.

"What are you talking about? I'm just a professor curious about mythology." Elliot Randolph was startled by Ada's words and gave a dry laugh.

"Enough, don't deny it. I know who you are. I have no interest in you—just give me the item." Shen Fei stepped forward and spoke.

"This thing shouldn't exist." Perhaps realizing he couldn't bluff his way out, Elliot Randolph grabbed one piece of the Berserker Staff. As it glowed, he connected the other two pieces, instantly forming a complete Berserker Staff with no visible seams.

Holding the Berserker Staff, Elliot Randolph's aura shifted entirely.

"An Asgardian Berserker. This is a church—not a good place to wreck it. Let's go outside."

"It's not too late for you to give up now." On a hillside nearby, Elliot Randolph, wielding the Berserker Staff, suddenly slammed it into the ground. The earth trembled, and half the staff plunged into the rock—a rocky terrain at that.

"Nice strength, but I'm taking that staff today." Shen Fei formed hand seals, and a golden rod appeared in his hand. "Watch out."

With that, he charged forward. Though Elliot Randolph was just an ordinary Asgardian soldier, that was relative to Asgard. Compared to Earthlings, he was far stronger—even Ada couldn't beat him.

Physically, even ordinary Asgardians outclassed Earthlings. Shen Fei remembered that in the Original Work, Elliot Randolph had bent Ward's dagger and snapped handcuffs outright.

That kind of strength could only be matched by a few on Earth today.

Clang, clang, clang.

Shen Fei and Elliot Randolph's fight was pure head-on collision, no technique involved. As their rods clashed repeatedly, dazzling sparks flew. At first, Elliot Randolph could parry a few blows, but soon he was steadily retreating.

"Hmph!" Elliot Randolph roared, the Berserker Staff emitting a strange light as he charged at Shen Fei.

"Strength increased, huh? And he's just a stonemason. I wonder how strong Thor and Loki really are." Though Elliot Randolph's power had grown, it still wasn't enough against Shen Fei. After a single strike forced him back, Shen Fei twisted his hands, turning the rod into a chain. He whipped it around Elliot Randolph's ankles, yanked him to the ground, then lashed the chain at the Berserker Staff, sending it flying.

"Beating him is no problem, but if I want to fight Thor and the others, I'm still far off." The gap between ordinary Asgardians and the Royal Family was like heaven and earth.

The average Asgardian lifespan was five thousand years, but that was just a statistic for common Asgardians. Nobles and the Royal Family weren't included. Consider how long Odin had lived—hundreds of thousands to millions of years.

Of course, that also tied to Odin's strength. The stronger one was, the longer they lived.