Berserker Staff (Part 2)

Bang.

As Elliot Randolph tried to get back up, Shen Fei suddenly pulled out an automatic pistol and fired a shot into his body.

Shen Fei did not intend to kill him. The bullets in the automatic pistol were made with Dendroaspis venom—the same freezing rounds Fitz had invented in the original work. They would not kill, but they could knock an enemy unconscious.

"As expected, an Asgardian's physique really is different." Seeing that Elliot Randolph seemed to have no reaction, Shen Fei fired another shot.

On the fourth shot, Elliot Randolph finally collapsed.

"Let's go." After gesturing for Ada to carry Elliot Randolph, Shen Fei opened a Portal, picked up the Berserker Staff nearby, and the three of them left directly.

Since he had not yet analyzed the Berserker Staff, Shen Fei wore gloves when he picked it up.

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

"How are you planning to deal with him?" Ada asked from the sofa beside them.

"I'll let him go later. My main target was this. He was merely an unexpected bonus." Shen Fei put away the syringe and spoke calmly.

He was not some mad scientist. So what if this was an Asgardian? Even with the Op-Op Fruit, he could not make his own lifespan as long as an Asgardian's.

As for other biological experiments, he had no interest in them. He was not Spencer, Wesker, or William Birkin. Even if the subject were an alien, he would not conduct such experiments on someone.

"Runic Script, Rune Script." Shen Fei then began roughly examining the Berserker Staff. Though this was merely Asgard's lowest-level technology, it was the most suitable foundation for Shen Fei at present.

"Rage Rune, Power Rune." Asgard had left behind quite a bit of information on Earth back then. Shen Fei had deliberately studied it before. It was useless to ordinary people, but to mages, it was power.

Kamar-Taj's magic was incredibly mysterious and advanced, but that sophistication was built upon the nature of magic itself, as well as Portals and the Mirror Dimension. Remove those, and Kamar-Taj's mages were merely warriors fighting with blades.

Their power was not even comparable to modern weapons. Just like his earlier fight with Elliot Randolph—after fighting for so long, a few shots had settled it. Those who wanted to resist modern weapons with their flesh alone could only do so if they were exceptionally powerful, even among Asgardians.

People like Thor and Loki could at most be left dusty and disheveled by bombs. Actually injuring them was impossible.

"You're awake. You can leave now." Asgardians truly did have formidable constitutions. Despite taking four Dendroaspis venom shots, Elliot Randolph woke up very quickly.

"You're letting me go?" Elliot Randolph looked around at his surroundings after waking up and asked curiously.

"What else would I do, slice you up for research? I have no interest in that." Shen Fei waved his hand.

"You're a mage?" Elliot Randolph did not leave immediately, instead looking at Shen Fei with curiosity.

Mages were rare not only on Earth, but in Asgard as well. It was a profession that relied on intellect. Considering the personalities of those Asgardians, it was not hard to understand why there were so few mages.

"That's right. So this belongs with me far more than it does hidden away in your collection." Shen Fei held up the Berserker Staff as he spoke.

"That is true." Elliot Randolph nodded.

Elliot Randolph's reason for hiding the Berserker Staff was simple: he feared it would cause chaos on Earth. If the chaos became great enough, Asgard might discover him.

One must not forget that Asgard had a guardian god who could see across the Nine Realms.

No one would care if one Berserker went missing in Asgard. After all, the Berserker Legion was cannon fodder in Asgard. Anyone who wanted to join only needed to sign up. As for combat power, once they held a Berserker Staff, they had it.

"You're an Asgardian. Why did you stay here?" Ada was extremely curious about Elliot Randolph. After all, he was someone from mythology.

"It seems you have some misunderstandings about Asgard." After a moment of silence, Elliot Randolph said, "In Asgard, I was just an ordinary stonemason. I spent thousands of years dealing with stone. Then there was a recruitment drive, so I enlisted and came here. After that, I stayed."

Elliot Randolph slowly explained his circumstances. The reason was simple: in Asgard, he had merely been an ordinary person living an ordinary life.

But Earth was different. Though he was not some major figure, neither was he insignificant. With the wealth he had accumulated over such a long time, he was extremely rich on Earth. Any item from his era could be taken out and sold as an antique.

That was not even the most important thing. The most important thing was that beautiful women loved him on Earth. That was the main reason he had stayed on Earth back then.

Over the years, he had had affairs with countless women, and even now he never tired of it. That was only because he had restrained himself somewhat after entering modern society. Back when he had first remained on Earth, Elliot Randolph had relied on his great strength to become a hero, a king of a small nation, and even built himself a harem.

To attract beautiful women's attention, he had even turned his past experiences into stories, including the matter of the Berserker Staff.

"If it were you, would you return to Asgard?" After finishing his story, Elliot Randolph asked Ada that question. On one side was a stonemason at the very bottom; on the other, a hero, king, and wealthy man. Was there even a choice?

"Come to think of it, he counts as a transmigrator too—a rather successful one." Unlike Shen Fei, who traveled across different worlds, Elliot Randolph had traveled across different planets.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going." After chatting with Ada a little longer, Elliot Randolph left. Presumably, once he returned, he would once again change his identity and hide himself away.

"So this is Asgard. It's a little disappointing." Although Ada was not a historian or theologian, the Asgard she had heard about from Elliot Randolph still disappointed her. The real Asgard differed far too much from the Asgard she had imagined.

"In Asgard, he was only a stonemason at the very bottom. How much could you expect him to know?" Not to mention Asgard's strict hierarchy—even in modern society, if you asked someone to reveal state secrets, they certainly would not know them.

"I didn't expect you to find this so quickly. Come with me." As Shen Fei spoke, he opened another Portal and returned home to New York.

"This is the Enhancement Serum. It can strengthen your physical abilities and accelerate recovery from injuries. Of course, the exact effects vary from person to person." Even with the same Enhancement Serum, its effects could differ greatly depending on the recipient's body, personality, and other factors.

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

"How long does the automatic cleansing of the soul you mentioned take?" After learning of the two methods of administration, Ada thought for a moment before asking.

"I don't know. It varies from person to person, but it will take at least several years."

"Then I choose the first method." Ada chose to become stronger through direct injection. For an agent, this was a safe choice. As for the soul and such, Ada did not need to think as far ahead as Shen Fei did.

"That works." Shen Fei nodded. "If you want the serum to work better, training is indispensable."

It was not as though taking the Enhancement Serum would make you stronger while you sat around doing nothing. The serum's effects had to be stimulated, and for ordinary people, training was the method of stimulating its power.

When Captain was injected with the Super Soldier Serum, if they had not used half of New York's electricity to stimulate it, he could only have trained gradually instead of instantly changing from a frail young man into a muscular youth with eight-pack abs.

"Next, I need to properly study Rune Script."