Berserker Staff (Part 2)

Bang.

Just as Elliot Randolph was trying to get up, Shen Fei suddenly pulled out an automatic pistol and fired a shot at his body.

Shen Fei wasn't trying to kill him. The bullets in this automatic pistol were made using Dendroaspis venom—the same freezing bullets Fitz had invented in the original work. They wouldn't be lethal, but they could knock an enemy unconscious.

"As expected, Asgardian physiques really are something else." Seeing Elliot Randolph show little reaction, Shen Fei fired another shot.

On the fourth shot, Elliot Randolph finally collapsed.

"Let's go." Signaling Ada to carry Elliot Randolph, Shen Fei opened a Portal, grabbed the Berserker Staff lying nearby, and the three of them left directly.

Since he hadn't analyzed the Berserker Staff yet, Shen Fei wore gloves when picking it up.

The three quickly arrived at a cottage Ada had previously rented in Ireland. After dumping Elliot Randolph onto the floor, Shen Fei took out a syringe and drew a vial of his blood.

"What are you going to do with him?" Ada asked, sitting on a sofa nearby.

"I'll let him go soon. My main target was this; he's just an unexpected bonus." Shen Fei put away the syringe and said flatly.

He wasn't some mad scientist. Even if this was an Asgardian, so what? Even with the Op-Op Fruit, he couldn't make his lifespan match an Asgardian's.

As for other biochemical experiments, he had no interest. He wasn't Spencer, Wesker, or William Birkin. Even if it were an alien, he wouldn't use someone for such experiments.

"Runic Script, Rune Script." Shen Fei then began a rough inspection of the Berserker Staff. Though this was Asgard's lowest-level technology, for Shen Fei right now, it was the most suitable foundation.

"Rage Rune, Power Rune." Asgard had left quite a bit of data on Earth back in the day. Shen Fei had been studying these intentionally. For ordinary people, they were useless, but for sorcerers, this was power.

Kamar-Taj's magic was incredibly mystical and high-end, but that high-end nature was built on the essence of magic, Portals, and the Mirror Dimension. Remove those, and Kamar-Taj's magic was just a warrior brawling with a blade.

Its power didn't even match modern weapons. Just like when he'd fought Elliot Randolph for ages, only to finish it with a few shots. Resisting modern weapons with the body alone—even Asgardians could only manage that among their strong ones.

Like Thor and Loki. Bombs would at most leave them dirty and disheveled; hurting them was impossible.

"You're awake. You can leave." He had to admit Asgardian constitutions were indeed tough. Four shots of Dendroaspis toxin, and he woke up quickly.

"You're letting me go?" The awakened Elliot Randolph looked around the room and asked curiously.

"What would I do with you if I didn't let you go? Slice you up for research? I have no interest in that." Shen Fei waved his hand.

"You're a sorcerer?" Elliot Randolph didn't leave immediately but looked at Shen Fei with curiosity.

Sorcerers were rare not just on Earth but also in Asgard. It was a profession that relied on wisdom. Considering the personalities of Asgardians, the scarcity of sorcerers wasn't hard to understand.

"That's right. So leaving this with me is much better than you keeping it hidden." Shen Fei raised the Berserker Staff.

"Indeed." Elliot Randolph nodded.

The reason Elliot Randolph had hidden the Berserker Staff was simple: he was afraid it would cause chaos on Earth. If the chaos grew big enough, it might expose him to Asgard.

Don't forget, Asgard had a guardian god who could see across the Nine Realms.

No one would care if a single Berserker went missing from Asgard. After all, the Berserker Corps was a cannon-fodder unit. Anyone who wanted to join could sign up. As for combat power? Holding the Berserker Staff was the combat power.

"You're an Asgardian. Why do you stay here?" Ada seemed very curious about Elliot Randolph—after all, he was a figure from myth and legend.

"It seems you have some misunderstandings about Asgard." After a moment of silence, Elliot Randolph spoke. "In Asgard, I was just an ordinary stonemason. I worked with stone for thousands of years. When a draft came, I signed up, came here, and then I stayed."

Elliot Randolph slowly explained his situation. The reason was simple: in Asgard, he was just an ordinary person living an ordinary life.

But on Earth, it was different. Though not a big shot, he wasn't a nobody either. With the wealth accumulated over his long life, he was very rich on Earth. Any item from back then was an antique.

That wasn't even the most important part. The most important part was that on Earth, he was very popular with beautiful women. That was the main reason he'd stayed back then.

Over the years, he'd had quite a number of trysts. Even now, he still enjoyed it. It was only because he'd entered modern society that he'd restrained himself. Back when he first stayed on Earth, Elliot Randolph, with his great strength, had been a hero, a petty king, and had even built a harem.

To attract the attention of beautiful women, he'd told stories of his past experiences, including the matter of the Berserker Staff.

"If it were you, would you go back to Asgard?" After finishing his story, Elliot Randolph asked Ada this. On one side was a lowly stonemason; on the other, a hero, a king, a wealthy man. Was there even a choice?

"Speaking of which, he's kind of a transmigrator, and a fairly successful one at that." Unlike Shen Fei, who traveled between different worlds, Elliot Randolph had traveled between different planets.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." After chatting with Ada a bit more, Elliot Randolph left. He would probably change his appearance and hide again once he got back.

"So this is Asgard. Somewhat disappointing." Though Ada wasn't a historian or theologian, hearing about Asgard from Elliot Randolph's mouth still disappointed her. The real Asgard was far too different from the one she'd expected.

"He was just a lowly stonemason in Asgard. How much could you expect him to know?" Forget Asgard's rigid hierarchy—even in modern society, if you asked someone about national secrets, they wouldn't know either.

"I didn't expect you to find this so quickly. Follow me." Shen Fei opened another Portal and returned to his home in New York.

"This is the Enhancement Serum. It strengthens the body and accelerates injury recovery. Of course, the specific effects vary from person to person." Even with the same Enhancement Serum, different people would have vastly different results due to differences in body, personality, and other factors.

Of course, Shen Fei also explained the drawbacks of taking the Enhancement Serum.

"This soul auto-purification you mentioned—how long does it take?" After learning about the two methods of administration, Ada thought for a moment and asked.

"I'm not sure. It varies by person, but at least a few years."

"Then I'll choose the first method." Direct injection for immediate power—that was Ada's choice. For a spy, it was a safe method. As for the soul and such, Ada didn't need to think as far ahead as Shen Fei did.

"Alright." Shen Fei nodded. "To get the best effect from the serum, training is essential."

It wasn't that you could get stronger by sitting still after taking the serum. The serum's effects needed to be activated. For ordinary people, training was the way to activate it.

Back when Captain took the Super Soldier Serum, if he hadn't used half of New York's electricity to activate it, he would have had to train slowly instead of instantly transforming from a scrawny youth into a muscular, eight-pack fitness model.

"Now it's time to properly study the Rune Script."