My Past

"Marvel's Magnetic Field Rotation"

"An unfamiliar ceiling..."

Donald Black opened his eyes and found that he was not in the attic where he was staying, but in the home of the townsman who had found him and given him a name.

What he was seeing now wasn't even a ceiling, but a white, opaque tarpaulin.

Looking at himself again, he was restrained by straps and fixed to the iron bed beneath him, unable to move an inch. He was also receiving an IV drip, and a life monitor was constantly monitoring his vital signs.

"Who am I... Oh, I'm Donald Black. This is supposed to be a hospital, but why am I here?"

After talking to himself for a while, Donald Blake felt pain all over his body, dizziness, and nausea, as if he had been beaten up.

It must be said that working as a caregiver in a hospital is quite useful. Through constant exposure, Donald Black acquired some basic medical knowledge and quickly determined that his amnesia was caused by a concussion... but who beat him up?

What was the reason that person hit me? Was it retaliation?

Medical disputes exist in every country. During his time working at the hospital, it was rare for Donald Black not to encounter one or two incidents every day. Tall, strong, and with considerable fighting skills, he often worked as a hospital security guard, which offended quite a few people.

It's very possible that Donald Blake will be retaliated against by those people. After all, one can't fight against many. If they come in gangs and use a human wave tactic, or if they're carrying weapons like baseball bats, Donald Blake will only be able to lie on the ground and get beaten up.

"Cough cough."

A tall man entered the room and coughed to get Donald Black's attention. "You're awake."

Donald Black strained to lift his head and saw a man so burly he seemed inhuman walk in, but judging from his white coat, he was probably a doctor or something similar.

"Do you remember how you got here?" Wei Xiuming asked Donald Black.

Two hours earlier, Donald Black, carrying a pair of wire cutters, walked from the town to the base. Under the cover of darkness, he used his honed skills to bypass the sentries, break through the barbed wire, and sneak into the corridor, heading straight for Thor's Hammer.

But at the door, they ran into Wei Xiuming, who had noticed something, and were caught off guard.

Wei Xiuming's idea was to find a place for the two of them to have a good talk, drink coffee and chat, then call Coulson up and get the highest-ranking officer of the foundation to approve it, and then let Donald Black, this outsider, make contact with Thor's Hammer —although before them, more than one-fifth of the people in the surrounding towns had touched the hammer, but now that S.H.I.E.L.D.. had taken over, the necessary procedures had to be followed.

However, Donald Black refused to accept this, stubbornly believing that Wei Xiuming was there to prevent him from contacting the hammer. He mistook Wei Xiuming, who was not wearing a white coat, for an S.H.I.E.L.D.. agent and started fighting with him.

Although Odin stripped Thor of his divine power and memories, the skills he honed through countless battles across various star systems were firmly imprinted on Thor's body. Once Donald Black makes a move, he is no less formidable than the best martial artists on Earth.

After all, they are immortal beings, and they can spend hundreds of years practicing their moves and thousands of years mastering them through actual combat. Unless they are characters with special protagonist auras, how could a few decades of honing their skills possibly surpass several times the amount of practical experience others have?

If it were someone else today, without the use of weapons, they might actually be taken down by Donald Black, but unfortunately for him, he's facing Wei Xiuming.

After giving his opponent three moves, Wei Xiuming made his move. Even without using the power of the Magnetic Field Rotation, he was still able to easily defeat Donald Black. With just the Sea Tiger Blast Punch, he beat the blond brute so badly that he didn't even have a chance to fight back. After a series of attacks, Donald Black passed out.

Then they took him to the infirmary, where the doctor treated his wounds and waited for him to wake up on his own.

"I can't remember." Donald Black recalled that all he could remember was saying goodbye to the old man who had offered him a drink at the tavern before leaving for the place; he had no other recollection.

After untying his restraints, Wei Xiuming asked, "So, what's your name? Do you remember what your name is?"

My name is Donald Black.

"No, I meant your original name," Wei Xiuming said meaningfully, looking at the person on the hospital bed.

Perhaps it was the butterfly effect, or something like ripples in time. Although the general course of events was consistent with my memory, Thor's experiences were vastly different from what I remembered.

For example, Thor was stripped of not only his divine powers but also his memories; he wasn't found by the Star Wars Queen... the astronomer Jane Foster, but by a townsperson in a small town. The love between the down-on-his-luck prince and the mortal lasted only one movie and never even began.

And perhaps lacking the pride of being Asgard prince, this Donald Thor was much easier to get along with than Thor... The townspeople could attest to that, and even the head nurse at the hospital where he worked was quite fond of this tall, burly man, and it was for his character rather than his physique.

However, Donald Black still inherited some of Thor's flaws at times, such as acting recklessly without considering the consequences.

Upon hearing Wei Xiuming's words, Donald Black suddenly understood something. He sat up abruptly, then, his face turning deathly pale and feeling dizzy, he lay back down, covering his forehead with his free hand and asking, "What's wrong with me?"

"You hit your head earlier, and these are symptoms of a concussion. It's not serious. Just rest in bed for a while, pay attention to your nutrition, and you'll recover quickly."

Wei Xiuming calmly said, "But actually, Donald Blake's symptoms are not due to a concussion, but rather anemia. Having 500cc of blood drawn at once is bound to be uncomfortable."

Even though he was in great pain, Donald Blake still asked the question that concerned him most, "Doctor, you should know me. Do you know my past? Who am I?"

As expected, my subconscious was right; that hammer was the key to finding my past. Although the process was different from what I had imagined, I ultimately succeeded.

"I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I do know who you are, and I can tell you your own identity," Wei Xiuming said slowly, then changed the subject. "But are you prepared to understand the consequences of your past experiences?"