Warning / Namor, the Worthy One

"Who else has objections?"

As he spoke, Namor raised the hammer halfway, as though lining up a target.

"We are willing to worship the Great Serpent!"

Namor's power cowed everyone. They hurriedly lowered their heads and offered their loyalty.

"Very good. Since all of you are willing to become believers of my god, you should spread my god's faith and let more lost mortals bask in his divine radiance."

"Start with the remaining tribesmen."

No one dared object. They could only obey.

Next, Namor began employing brutal methods, forcibly changing his tribesmen's beliefs and making them all worship a New God named after the Great Serpent.

Naturally, the process did not go smoothly. But Namor now wielded even greater power, and anyone who refused was hammered to death.

Once all the hard cases had been killed, only victims coerced by power remained.

Namor was still not satisfied. He actively searched for other lost Talokan people and forced them to change their beliefs in the same way.

Before long, Talokan was shrouded in an intense atmosphere of fear.

And within a dark, unknown space, a god absorbed the Talokan people's fear, gradually growing stronger.

"Soon, soon. The day I escape is not far away. Odin, just wait. I will kill you—and your son!"

Warning

Sokovia.

Recently, Thor, who had been staying on Earth and enjoying life, had fallen in love with human nightclubs.

Under Pietro's influence, Asgard's future king had become a prince of the nightlife, spending his days drifting between bars and clubs in drunken revelry.

Pietro had invested in the nightclub Thor was currently in, and it was well funded. The male bartenders hired here were handsome, the women beautiful, attracting plenty of exceptionally attractive customers.

Naturally, the prices were high as well.

There were even Asgardians working here.