Ian When you open your eyes.
A strange smell mixed with the smell of sea and incense was immediately poured into the nostrils.
He found himself sitting in front of a long table engraved with Norse Runes. There were still a few traces of suspected tomahawk chops on the tabletop, and there were also a lot of sticky old residues on it.
The Whale Oil Lamp hanging from the ceiling swayed gently with the wind blowing from nowhere, casting mottled light and shadow on the oak floor, and also illuminated the man with a beer belly who looked suspiciously like Thor.
In fact, it is noon here at Marvel, but there is really not much sunlight outside in the restaurant.
At first, Ian thought he had accidentally entered a pyramid scheme.
"New guest! Are you really not going to order one of today's specials?" The beer-bellied man once again sent out a warm invitation.
His voice was as thick as thunder exploding in an iron barrel.
"I'm on a diet, I can't eat anything."
Ian looked at the countdown below his field of vision. There were still about ten hours left. He would probably be able to unlock the new profession [Entropy Annihilation Lord] soon after finishing this Marvel journey.
He already felt like he was starving like a geoduck.
"I'll eat it again when I don't have to go on a diet anymore."
Ian could smell the cooking going on in the air, and it smelled pretty good. The reason he was able to realize that the man in front of him was Thor was because he was cooking.
The bearded man was grilling something with iron tongs. The blue electric arc dancing on the iron tongs was very obvious, and the Mjolnir hanging next to it also smelled of garlic.
Oh.
There is still a bit of Sichuan peppercorn flavor on the hammer, which shows that it is still very important in this kitchen, and its user is not even willing to clean it.
"You are Thor, Thor·Odin sen of Asgard, right?"
Ian made the final confirmation.
"Hahaha! That's right, it's me." The strong man's laughter made the silverware in the sideboard jingle, "It seems that I really made a name for myself by spending 500 gold coins on the <Gourmet Hound> show!"
His identity was confirmed.
Ian once again felt the shock brought by the new Marvel.
He imagined that Thor might be a blacksmith, an alcoholic, or even an e-sports player, but the man in front of him wielding a spatula,
What's up with the cook who has sauce on his apron?
"Lightning Octopus Baking Set, I really recommend you try it."
Thor shook the Cast Iron Pot in his hand with a proud expression, and continued to sell without giving up. The sauce in the pot was bubbling and bubbling, splashing on his soy sauce-colored chef's apron.
It is very much like a thunder and lightning Dharma King trying to poison all living beings.
"The spices I have here are all spices shipped by air from Asgard. They are purely imported and are of high quality and low price." Thor also uses some psychology like "the moon is rounder abroad" in its sales tactics.
He may not be aware of a problem,
The ingredients of his restaurant may be very good, but the environment is extremely bad. No diners can stand it, so the location of the restaurant is definitely wrong.
This restaurant should go to the India next door on the other side of the ocean. Only Asan guys can appreciate such a clean and hygienic dining environment.
"No, thank you."
Ian just stood up.
But I saw Thor running out of the open kitchen, with a strong feeling of being robbed if the business failed.
Of course, the burly man was actually just trying to retain Ian, a customer.
"You must think that my ingredients are not fresh. Come on, come with me and have a look. I guarantee you will understand how conscientious I am. The big octopus was fighting with Kraken three hours ago."
Thor is trying to abduct children. He is really strong. Even Ian, with his current physical fitness, seems to be unable to pull Asgard's future God King.
"The ingredients are still alive the moment you eat them." Thor pulled Ian's arm enthusiastically,
He opened the animal skin curtain and took Ian to the extremely spacious backyard. The silly son of the landlord was really rich, and he was able to open a farmhouse in a place like New York with so much land, like running a farmhouse in the countryside.
In the middle of the spacious open-air courtyard.
There was a "swimming pool" that was comparable to a small lake. There were ice cubes and spice jars piled beside the super large pool, and an octopus bigger than a large truck lay dying in it.
It's indeed big enough.
But saying it can fight Kraken probably involves some false propaganda.
"Look at this big sucker! It's perfect for making Teppanyaki!" Thor didn't know Ian's inner judgment. He excitedly pointed to the circular depression on the octopus's tentacles with a diameter like a wheel and started to introduce it.
"The meat at the end of this arm is also very delicious. Which part do you want to eat? I can cut some for you and try it first. Please take care of my restaurant business." Thor approached the big octopus. He was about to cut some internal parasites into Ian. It must be out of specification. An octopus sashimi that is longer than a hundred.
"Wow~"
The big octopus that originally seemed to be dying suddenly rose up, and a tentacle was thrown out like lightning, directly wrapped around Thor's neck, and pulled him into the water!
This is truly a sneak attack without respecting martial ethics.
"Yeah!!"
Thor immediately let out a scream of terror. He sank into the water and took a few gulps of water.
Although he struggled hard, the struggle seemed to be without any structure.
Thor is nothing like the powerful Asgard.
"Oh no! It's kissing me!" Thor's hands were dancing empty-handed on the pool, and his feet were dancing under the pool, but he didn't look very happy.
The dignified Asgard prince.
At this moment, he was struggling like a tree frog falling into the water.
Amidst the sound of bubbles.
He is crying.
"It's chewing my ear!"
Thor kept floating in the water and looked like he was about to cry.
"It may also just want to spread to you a little bit that Gospel of R'lyeh it believes in-that is a real dirty thing, I won't eat it and you will eat it."
Ian sighed softly.
He wiped a handful of the sea water splashing onto his face.
"Help me!"
Thor has been dragged to the center of the pool.
The sound becomes intermittent.
"Get... my hammer!"
The world may have changed, but he is still the hammer god. Ian looked back and saw that Mjolnir was still hanging at the kitchen door, showing no intention of rescuing his master.
Ian also understands this very well. If he were to be Mjolnir, hammering rosemary, pepper and garlic every day,
He would definitely pretend not to see Thor when he was in danger.
"You are a hammer, it's normal to have no eyes." Ian helped Mjolnir find a good excuse, but in the end, he helped Thor bring Mjolnir over.
Not too heavy.
There may not be Odin's [without lifting] spell on it.
"Give."
Ian directly threw Mjolnir into the pool without any help. He was still confused about the combat power of the new Marvel heroes.
Anyway, Thor will definitely not drown.
However.
With the hammer drawing a perfect parabola.
Thor broke free from the tentacle at the critical moment and jumped to catch the weapon. It took a moment for the storm to change color, and thunder fell from the sky - and then all the lightning struck him. His golden hair suddenly turned into a fashionable afro, and the black smoke from his mouth formed a small thundercloud in the sky.
He looked like he really almost electrocuted himself.
"Zizzizi~"
The aroma of grilled squid and grilled Thor floats in the air,
Because it is an electric grill.
It lacks the unique aroma of charcoal grilling.
"Help."
Thor floats on the water.
He rolled his eyes like a carp that got electrocuted. This was really confusing. It was obvious that his body could discharge electricity, but after summoning a bolt of thunder and lightning to fall from the sky, he actually rolled his eyes before the big octopus.
Of course.
The health bar of the big octopus is obviously not as thick as that of Thor.
The power of thunder is truly terrifying.
The entire swimming pool was constantly flashing with dense arcs of electricity.
As the arc continued to surge, the big octopus was completely charred. Thor was still alive, but his condition was not very good either. There was smoke all over his body and he was twitching constantly in the swimming pool.
"Damn it, I didn't bring a camera. Otherwise, I would definitely let my mother know that this person is really abstract." Ian saw that Thor was about to sink to the bottom of the water.
He finally rushed into the swimming pool and fished out Thor.
[Berserker Experience+3]
The remaining power of thunder and lightning can still damage Ian's body. This is something Ian discovered after he snapped his fingers last time. He is no longer the invincible body he was in this world.
It looks like it has lost its use value.
A worker who suffered a severe reduction in salary and benefits from his company. However, the good news is that OAA may be a capitalist rather than an entrepreneur, so Ian still received a consolation prize more or less.
[Master of Destiny]
Although there is no introduction to the effect, it did appear quietly on the status bar of Ian after Ian entered Marvel Universe this time.
Better than nothing.
"Huhuhu~"
After Thor was rescued ashore by Ian, he lay flat on the ground and kept blowing bubbles out. His hair exploded, but his bulging beer belly was the real weight.
"It's time to lose weight."
Ian kindly advises.
All he got in exchange was Thor spitting a jet of water in his face.
My belly is indeed a little smaller.
However, such behavior is obviously very impolite.
"Baji~""
Ian stepped on Thor's belly, and Thor's mouth immediately spurted out a large stream of water, along with several grilled fish. It was obvious that there was more than one big octopus in the pool that he had electrocuted.
"Thank you, Sun God, a stranger in the universe."
Thor regained his life and learned to be polite. Of course he could feel the power in Ian's eyes, which is why he pulled Ian and refused to let Ian go.
A real chef.
They all have the ambition to make their restaurants famous in the world.
"Don't call me Sun God."
Ian shook off the wet hands.
"I'm afraid you'll pass your bad luck on to me."
He was really amazed by the performance of Thor.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it," Thor smiled and scratched his head, and ended up scratching a handful of burnt black hair. "I'm too unfamiliar with the use of Divine Power!"
"If I had often used the power of thunder and lightning, this would definitely not be the case!" He waved the hammer righteously, "It's all my fault that I have lacked opportunities to exercise since I was a child!"
Judging from the way Thor swings the hammer, he may be the cross-world descendant of [Cape-Waving Hammer Technique], which is indeed very different from the Asgard God of War imagined by Ian.
"It's not like you can get a chance to practice by opening a restaurant on Earth." Ian rolled his eyes unskillfully. He rolled his eyes until only the whites of his eyes were left and stared at him, which scared Thor and took several steps back.
"Nine Realms There has been peace for too long. People live and work in peace and contentment. How can I have a chance to show myself?" Thor calmed down and said in a sighing tone, "As God King, my father has nothing to do every day, not to mention a prince like me. I came to Earth just to find something to do for myself."
"Isn't this enough diligence?"
Thor is like a fat guy who is thousands of years old and wants to be praised.
"Forget it."
Ian suddenly realized.
This is a second-generation god who is unwilling to lie down!
"How is the restaurant business?" Ian asked knowingly. He looked around and noticed that the "Best New Restaurant" medal gathering dust in the corner was signed in 1997.
This medal is estimated to cost Asgard gold coins.
"It's not bad, after all, I've only opened the store for sixteen years, and I'm still in the beginning stage of my novice stage!" Thor proudly puffed up his chest, and the red stains on his apron that looked like ketchup were particularly eye-catching.
The words [Son of Odin Restaurant] are embroidered on it.
There is also a line of small words below.
[Odin testifies that there is nothing short of a pound of cake.]
Ian almost forgot that this is also a master who likes to fight for his father, but he no longer likes to fight with others for his father, unless his father can compete with Guangzong Yaozi at some time.
"Come on."
Ian encouraged Thor.
"Okay, okay, I will definitely develop well in the future. I have loved cooking since I was a child, and I have spent a lot of money on marketing recently. <New York Gourmet> and <American Kitchen> both received my money." Thor was greatly encouraged by Gu, and the way he started to index was in line with Ian's stereotype of rich second-generation entrepreneurs.
"The future will definitely be better!" Thor concluded with a hopeful declaration. The sun shined through his blackened afro, illuminating a few charcoal-grilled fish scales in his hair.
"Well, the future will be better."
Ian is very optimistic about Thor. We only need to wait three years, no, it may be that once the thirteen-year period comes, America Hinayana Winning Philosophy will rise, then Thor will definitely shine on the stage. An alien with the potential of Infinity gave up his identity as a noble prince, but chose to be a restaurant chef in New York.
What is this called?
This is called the correct benchmark.
It can be used as a benchmark for America Winning Philosophy to promote to the outside world.
"Are you still the crown prince now?" Ian was about to judge Thor's Winning Philosophy potential. While wiping his hands, he asked the silly son of the Odin family seemingly casually.
Thor is not very defensive about strangers.
"Of course! I am my father's only son! Asgard's ultimate heir!" Thor puffed up his chest, with a bit of pride in his tone.
His words are full of information.
Loki actually didn't become a prince in Asgard.
"It's because the concept of God of Stories has disappeared, so Origin Story of Loki has naturally disappeared. Or does it simply belong to the teacher Tony again? Is there any private goods in the new Marvel? "Ian still has many unknown confusions about this world, and just when he kept persuading his Super Brain to start a few times.
"Do you want to be my staff? When I ascend the throne, as my savior, I will make you my great master, but before that you need to accompany me in the kitchen to kill thousands of years of fish." Thor suddenly extended an olive branch to Ian, his tone was sincere, and it didn't look like he was trying to engage in a fraudulent pyramid scheme.
However.
"...
Ian feels that Thor's sincerity is much more ruthless than a fraudulent pyramid scheme. RT-Mart will have no emotions after killing fish for ten years. He really doesn't dare to think about what he will become after killing fish for thousands of years.
"How is it?"
Thor still looked at Ian expectantly.
"As the crown prince of Asgard, why don't you do what a crown prince should do and instead stay on earth as a cook?" Ian felt that he should correct Thor's incorrect thinking.
"Ah?"
Thor blinked his blue eyes, with debris from electric focus hanging on his eyelashes.
"What should the Crown Prince do?"
He seemed to be genuinely asking for advice.
Regarding this.
Ian must have something to say. Teacher Tony just asked Ian to create the Marvel that Ian wanted, but he did not ask Ian to restore the old version of Marvel before the end of the world.
"I'm familiar with this matter. I can draw lessons from history. I know the responsibilities of the crown prince. The son of France's Louis XIV has parties all day long at Palace of Versailles. He can dance from dusk to dawn."
"The prince of the British King Charles II, it is said that he can change three mistresses a day, and he can also write poems while drinking.
The son of the pharaoh of ancient Egypt spent every day in the palace creating art, and even built himself a statue larger than the pyramids - you have to learn all of these, and it is much easier to learn than learning a foreign language."
Ian speaks with sincerity and sincerity.
Thor was dumbfounded.
"Can you still do this when you are a crown prince?"
He seemed to have been refreshed by Ian.
"Yes, this is all to prepare you for your ascension to the throne. Only if you develop the habit when you are the crown prince can you truly become a qualified king after you ascend the throne."
In the next ten minutes.
Thor experienced a more shocking mental shock than Ragnarok.
Ian talks about King Zhou of Shang's wine pool and meat forest to Louis XVI's locksmith workshop, from the Roman emperor's horse racing clothing habit to Zhengde Emperor's Leopard Quarter entrepreneurial history.
When Ian talked about how Bifrost could be used as a transportation channel to collect all the princesses in the universe and send all the disobedient people to Pluto to plant lychees.
"Hiss~"
Thor took a deep breath.
The hammer in his hand dropped to the ground.
"Wouldn't this be bad?"
Thor's pupils are constantly shaking.
"What's wrong?"
Ian looked at him deeply. The reason why he said so much was of course not because he had nothing to do, but to test whether Thor was still the Thor he knew. Teacher Tony commissioned Ian to shape this new world. Of course, Ian must pay attention to this and test Thor's kingly heart.
"Thor·Odin Sen, you have to understand one thing. Your father has built such a great country. If you don't ruin the family, wouldn't you be living up to his hard work?"
Ian asked a wave of questions.
Let Thor feel like being struck by lightning again.
"Is there any other way to say this?"
He didn't seem to understand, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.
"Of course, if you think about it carefully, if you don't lose your family, how can you create opportunities for your children to work hard?" Ian asked sonorously, this time it was really a bit deafening, "Are you going to let your future children be like you and come to the earth to sell local products because they have nothing to do?"
He spoke from Thor's heart.
Yes.
It is because the great Father God governed the country so well that he lost the opportunity to make progress. How can he bear to let his descendants be wasted like himself?
"Oh my god, Father God, I think you are right, I have wasted so much time over the years." Thor seemed to have experienced a profound enlightenment.
A glimmer of awakening flashed in his eyes.
"Heimdall, open Bifrost, I want to return to Asgard and resume my duties as the crown prince!" Thor raised the Mjolnir in his hand and shouted to the sky.
The extraordinary power of this world is still strong, but it was still tested by Ian. I saw a low and ancient buzzing sound among the turbulent energy fluctuations.
Like the roar of an engine.
Then, a crack opened in the sky - not a tear of dark clouds, but a crack in reality itself, and a brilliant beam of light fell straight down from the sky.
The introduction of Bifrost came suddenly.
"Boom~"
Where the light pillar landed, the ground was instantly coated with a faint golden glow, and the stone bricks were constantly vibrating and shattering, as if they could not withstand the pressure from the center of Nine Realms.
"Thank you for your advice. Goodbye, welcome to come and play with me." Thor's blond hair danced wildly and sincerely thanked Ian. After taking a step forward, he flew up with the guidance of the light beam. After a loud noise, the light beam shrank, and finally turned into a soft golden ripple, and disappeared directly with Thor.
In the blink of an eye.
Ian was the only one left in the backyard with grilled octopus.
"There's something." Ian looked down at the ground beneath his feet and found that a shallow scorch mark had been left there, shaped like a perfect circle.
It seems like a mark left by some ancient ritual.
"So, in fact, the extraordinary is still powerful, but there is no place to use it?" Ian got the information he wanted, and he also felt that he had really corrected Thor's life trajectory.
Be a king.
Be the crown prince.
Not having fun?
It's better to find a place to grow sweet potatoes. At least choose to have fun, and you will be happy, and you won't be regarded as a tyrant. If you stand up to the sky, you can only be regarded as a coward.
What is this called?
It must be an imperial technique that can stabilize the lower limit!
"My knowledge reserve is still a bit too comprehensive." Ian will feel happy after doing good things.
He found a few packing boxes, collected some grilled octopus, and planned to find his followers.
However.
"Boom!"
Ian was just about to walk to the front hall.
The roar of Bifrost came from the backyard again.
Only seen.
The familiar lightning surged again.
It's the landing of Thor.
Accompanied by a muffled sound.
Bifrost spat out Thor like watermelon seeds. Prince Asgard looked bruised and swollen at the moment, like a golden retriever that had been thrown into a drum washing machine.
"Paji~"
The sound of Ouch resounded through the backyard. Thor looked really miserable. He was thrown heavily to the ground, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. This was the look of someone who had really been beaten.
Ian has never experienced it.
But that doesn't mean he can't recognize it.
"My mentor, my Father God, he beat me up and told me to go back to the earth and open a restaurant. It can be seen that his qualifications are not as good as mine and he cannot realize your warning truth."
"He actually hit me in the face with Gungnir! I only spent three hundred gold coins to get this handsome face in the magazine!" Thor looked like he was about to cry.
He lay directly on the ground and hugged Ian's thigh.
It's like being beaten at home, and the rebellious bones have been beaten out.
Ian never thought that he would encounter this day. He, the famous founder of [Networking Entanglement] skills,
Instead, Thor launched a sneak attack and called his mentor.
Not even fifteen years old.
He was actually entangled by the greasy man below!
"It seems like you have to pay it back if you come out for fun." Ian was very melancholy, but after all, he had Super Intelligence, and the skill founder certainly knew how to take countermeasures.
At least you have to make sure you don't lose money.
"Just a word of mentor, I have already felt your understanding, but if you want to get further teachings from me, then you must join my church."
Ian took out his [Chicken Protection Board] from his crotch.
That is Demon Book.
"Sign your name here, and then according to this prayer, praise the great ultimate invincible and final judge of the universe God-Emperor Ian." He tried to trick Thor into reciting his true name and then joining the religion.
Regarding this.
As the crown prince of Asgard, Thor still has some basic vigilance.
"Isn't this a serious church?" He was not fooled. Instead, he relied on the knowledge he had learned since childhood and saw something fishy in [Book of Creation] that Ian took out.
Of course.
It's also limited to seeing something strange.
"This is the Evil God church." Ian used a word that was very unfamiliar to Thor. Men who are thousands of years old have only heard the word Evil God in their mother's stories.
"Are you the leader of this church?"
Thor is a little scared.
"No, I am not the leader, I am Evil God."
Ian corrected it carefully.
The air froze for three seconds.
"No, are you serious? How can anyone call themselves Evil God? You are obviously Sun God!" Thor no longer knows how many times he has been indescribably shocked today.
"Evil God, who likes to play with the sun, why can't he be Evil God? Playing with the sun, don't you think this sounds very evil?" Ian insisted on his remaining honesty.
He knew that what preaching needed most was honesty.
Thor fell into a long silence.
"No, as the crown prince of Asgard, how can I, the future God King, believe in other gods?" He seemed to be really considering Ian's suggestion seriously.
After all, Ian saved his life.
That sense of loyalty is still present in this new version of Thor.
"I can create new magic when I turn around. It contains 10,000 recipes. The dishes you cook will not only be delicious, but also glow. You can glow in any color you want."
Ian tried to show his persuasive ability to Thor.
Very effective.
"What a Evil God bewitcher! It's the same as what my mother said in the story - shocking the mind!" Thor seemed to be pinched to the point of seven inches, and his whole body showed a frightened panic.
"Okay, I admit defeat. I believe in your Evil God church, but this is not because my willpower is not strong enough, but because I need to piss off my useless Father God!"
Thor may be the real filial son.
His words had just finished.
It's not even time to negotiate with Ian and frame some conditions under which he can withdraw at any time. The next moment,
His soul felt like it was suddenly restricted in some way.
It's like being held by an invisible hand.
Like the sky rolling in, like Iron Rule joining in.
This was not a conversion of faith, nor a spiritual surrender, but a more essential and irreversible connection. Deep in his soul, a brand slowly took shape.
With an irresistible majesty and absurdity,
"What's going on...:.. How come we suddenly established a soul contract between us!" Everything happened so fast that Thor had no time to react.
Caught off guard.
He then found that he had become a believer in Ian.
"I don't know either."
Ian This sentence is also true.
"No, your contract is wrong, my God!" Thor was shocked after feeling it carefully. The Divine Power he would grow up in the future would actually have to contribute 30% to the boy opposite him?
"Is this Evil God?"
Thor was shocked by the critical attack.
Far more terrifying than the false Evil God described in the stories his mother told him.
His voice was trembling.
"Yeah, Evil God is like this." Ian is becoming more and more satisfied with his Dimension Demon God road,
Even though he didn't even figure out what type of Dimension Demon God he was.
And what kind of authority does it have?
"Fortunately, I can still unilaterally tear up the contract---Hiss, do you need half of my Divine Power?" Thor felt the content of the contract and took a deep breath.
Has your strength directly regressed by a thousand years?
What a cosmic joke!
This was not included in the content Ian showed him just now.
"Evil God is like this."
Ian felt the shock of Thor, so he began to patiently popularize science. He knew that people in this world did not have too standard concepts about Evil God because they were born too young.
"Where are you from?"
Thor is even more crying than when he was beaten by his father before.
"I'm from Justice League."
Ian still couldn't forget his old father's decision to form a team without calling him, so he decided to let himself pre-add Justice League first, and then find a way to make up for the relevant procedures in the future.
Thor fell into silence.
He just heard the name.
It feels a lot like Evil God disguising its own organization.
"I won my bet again."
Ian looked up at the sky, God King Odin had not arrived. Taking risks always brought him a lot of rewards. This wave directly awakened his [Leader] profession.
[You gain a lot of [leader] experience.]
[The leader profession has been upgraded]
[The leader profession has been upgraded]
[Leader LV5 [13/160]]
Yes.
Directly promoted to level five.
It far exceeded Ian's prediction. He originally thought that one head would only count for a little experience point, but he never thought that Thor actually brought him hundreds of [leader] experience points directly.
The rewards for high-quality believers are indeed generous enough.
Although the improvement of ordinary professions will not bring about an increase in physical fitness, after the ordinary profession [Leader] reaches level five, it still brings a skill reward to Ian.
[Share: You can temporarily lend your power to followers. The power can be recycled at any time. Every time followers use your power, they need to pay a certain price.]
Such a seemingly ordinary skill is listed in the general skills column of Ian, and together with his defensive skills and [Learning], it forms the posture of the Big Three.
"Isn't this a kind of trinity?"
Ian was very happy. Seeing Thor whose happiness was sucked away by him, he said in a brisk tone, "You can continue to call me mentor. I like hearing this title and don't like to put on any airs."
"Only righteous gods love to put on airs." Ian may have stepped into the role really quickly, "Now, I can teach you a supreme storage magic first...::.."
He also knew that he should give some benefits to appease Thor at this time.
"Don't teach me magic yet, I want to take it easy." Thor sat down on the ground, his 450-pound weight making the floor tremble. He still felt aggrieved like a child.
"Asgard's physique is really amazing. I already feel that my magic power is growing steadily." Ian is not trying to pick a fight, he is really praising it from the bottom of his heart.
Thor's expression became even more aggrieved.
"That's the magic tax I'm responsible for you. As long as we Asgard people are alive, we will continue to get stronger every moment." At this time, he has realized that his Divine Power may eventually lose 30% of his life. No wonder my mother calls herself a house god at home, the outside world is really scary!
"Trust me, it's worth it."
Ian has discovered that he can even share his professional abilities with his followers. Of course, he is very confident in his professional skills, and the high royalties he can charge are worthy of him.
"Even if this is the case, you still have to let me slow down first...::.:" Thor said vaguely and continued to eat crazily, as if he wanted to use food to fill the trauma in his heart.
See the situation.
Ian's high emotional intelligence also began to play a role.
"I'm going to see my other believer and pray if anything happens." He knew that he should leave at this time, and wanted to give Thor some time to digest this good fortune.
"Are there any unlucky ones?"
Thor raised his head suddenly, with sauce still hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"How many followers do you have?"
His tone was somewhat tentative.
Anyway, I joined the Evil God church.
We have to see what the future holds after all, right?
Thor doesn't ask for anything else. He just wants the other party's followers to reach half of Asgard's population. In that case, when he goes back and is exploited as the crown prince, he can still insist that he is for freedom.
"Add you, there will be two in total."
Ian Be honest when you are Evil God.
Thor looked at Ian's leaving figure, his eyes gradually changed from shock to confusion. Not only did this mean that his future was bleak, he even felt that he might never be able to return to Asgard in this life.
Will be laughed to death.
[More sublime than the starry sky.]
[Older than the universe.]
[Methods to control secret power the Emperor God Ian.]
[You are the magic the Weaver.]
[You are a witness to history, the ultimate interpreter of Marvel Codex, order and chaos are intertwined in your hands] Thor muttered the 10,000-word prayer that appeared in his mind. He began to comfort himself, thinking that he could at least learn to brag from Ian. Is this a real skill?
"If he can hold my hammer, he must at least have the qualifications to be a leader." Thor looked at the hammer placed next to him, and he started a crazy self-comfort mode.
Eat a lot.
He seems to be moving toward the physique of a 500-pound fat man. At the same time, Asgard Wang Ting,
An old king sits on Golden Throne.
Gungnir Gungnir was leaning next to the throne, with a few strands of afro hair still remaining on the tip of the gun. Odin, who still only had one eye, seemed to be able to penetrate Nine Realms and reach anywhere.
Odin witnessed everything.
But he didn't take action.
He just looked at his fat son and sighed silently.
"Foolish people are blessed with foolishness."
Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Odin was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly. His murmur was inaudible. It seemed that no one could hear it in this palace of peaceful singing and dancing. In the entire palace, the golden lamps, silk and bamboo were melodious, and the gods drank, sang and danced, and cheered like a wave.
It looks like it will stay like this forever.
Hmm.
It just looks like it.
The sun is in the sky.
The sun is shining brightly.
Just like Ian was in a happy mood at this time. Sanctum Sanctorum's door was opened by Ian with a kick, and the air was filled with light sandalwood and residual energy fluctuations of magic.
"Surprise! My loyal believer, come and see what characteristics your god has brought to you...:" Ian's voice stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
Only seen.
Center of the hall.
Doctor Strange is sitting cross-legged, surrounded by golden magic runes. His face is as pale as paper, his forehead is covered with cold sweat, and the red Cloak of Levitation is hanging listlessly on his shoulders.
The whole person seemed to have just experienced a soul-stripping pain.
He really seems to be cutting his soul apart, because what he is doing is "cutting off his robe and severing his righteousness" with Ian.
He forcibly gave up half of his magic power and tore up the contract with Ian.
"What did you do?!"
Ian eyes widened.
He suddenly felt that the magic power in his body had increased sharply.
From a small well.
It turned into at least fifty or sixty small wells.
"Wow~"
Doctor Strange After the contract is terminated.
The whole person fell from mid-air.
He weakly raised his head and looked at Evil God in front of him, his eyes extremely firm. "I, Sorcerer Supreme, will never collude with an evil demon like you who survived from ancient times!"
Although his voice was equally weak and feeble.
But it was loud and clear.
With a strong belief.
"Uh-
Ian somewhat admired the pride of Qi Bo Tu.
He finally saw a person with the spirit of a superhero in Marvel Universe. As for tearing up the contract, Ian certainly wouldn't be angry when he found out that he had lost his experience.
He serves as Evil God.
We have always given believers the right to choose whether to stay or go.
This is not noble.
But it is the basic literacy of a new era Evil God.
"If you are willing to wait for me to recover before engaging in a decisive battle, then---" Doctor Strange was so weak that he tried to get up from the ground several times without success.
"You still talk about the conditions. This is the Doctor Strange I am familiar with." Ian thoughtfully went up to help, but he did not hear what conditions Doctor Strange wanted to negotiate.
The reason is simple.
Doctor Strange himself crashed.
It's not because Ian is approachable.
"No! How could this happen!" The expression on Doctor Strange's face was extremely stiff. He pushed Ian away, took a few steps back and stumbled down in front of the wall.
"Why do I need to pay you more magic power after I gave up the contract?!" He was really shocked, and his trembling tone was full of disbelief - even though the contract has been severed, it seems that the constraints of the contract still remain, which will cause 40% of the magic power cultivated in the Strange Bodhisattva to flow to Ian in the future.
This is simply increasing instead of decreasing!
The previous Magic Income Tax only had to contribute 30%!
"Evil God needs alimony as a child, that's what it is." Ian's explanation is always so patient. His words directly plunged the entire Sanctum Sanctorum into deathly silence.
"There has never been such a treaty before!" Doctor Strange's face turned blue and white. Finally, he gritted his teeth and asked angrily in a voice that was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"This contract has just been extended for five minutes. You were probably too busy breaking the contract to pay attention." Ian lifted up his clothes, revealing Book of Creation who was stuck above his waistband.
Dead silence, still death silence.
"This shouldn't be the result."
Doctor Strange's cheek muscles were tense and trembling, and his cheeks bulged with two ridges, as if he had two walnuts in his mouth. His fingers pinched the edge of Cloak of Levitation, his knuckles turned white, and his lips pursed into a thin line - Sorcerer Supreme, whose self-reflection and resourcefulness was comparable to that of Sherlock Holmes, was using his lifelong cultivation to control himself not to cry.
"To be honest, I admire your backbone. This is the superhero I am familiar with." Ian handed over the gift in his hand, and the smell of grilled octopus floated in the air.
However.
Doctor Strange did not reach out to pick it up.
"No, don't admire me yet. You admire me too early. -Give me a chance. I want to enlist in the army for the second time."
I was actually secretly bewitched by other Demons before."
Doctor Strange showed a sincere expression, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty. Between dignity and loss of magic power, he chose to believe in his mathematics.
The difference between thirty percent and forty percent.
He can still carry it very clearly.
After all, I love watching <The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes>.
"What Demons? Where did the other Demons come from?"
Ian is different.
He has always been good at trusting others.
However.
Doctor Strange's "Sherlock Holmes" doesn't seem to want to convince him.
"It's Demons. The kind of Demons that looks very scary. Um, it has big wings on its back and smiles very arrogantly." Human beings can never imagine things they have never seen.
At this time.
The gold content of this sentence has been proved by Qi Botu. Since he has not touched the real information in this area, he can only describe it based on the movies he has watched.
"I believe it."
Ian nodded.
He showed his generosity.
"Come on, of course. Evil God Lord's bed has always been accessible to believers." Again, Evil God in the new era has several qualities.
"Thank you."
Strange squeezed out a word from between his teeth.
His Adam's apple rolled hard.
Watching Ian take out the book that should be the [Main Body], Sorcerer Supreme, who seems to be very strong-minded on the surface, but in fact may just not want to practice for others, decided to endure the humiliation and bear the burden.
"What kind of evil have I committed? With just one operation, I lost half of my magic power." With Infinity in his heart, Doctor Strange put a new fingerprint on the book.
The moment the contract came into effect, a familiar binding force began to breed in his body again - the extraction of Magic Income Tax had indeed returned to 30%.
However.
He didn't even have time to breathe a sigh of relief.
"No!" Doctor Strange turned directly into a groundhog again. His whole body froze as if he had been struck by lightning, and he exclaimed in disbelief in shock.
"How come the other contents of this contract are different from last time!" Doctor Strange looked at the smiling Ian stiffly, his eyes changing from frightened and horrified to indifferent.
"Is this what Evil God is?"
He felt that he had guessed what Ian was going to say.
However.
"This is actually like a second marriage and a first marriage. Do you think there is no difference?" Ian patted Qi Botu's stiff shoulder soothingly, his tone was very brisk and somewhat confident.
Doctor Strange opened his mouth.
After all, I couldn't find the words to refute.
Perhaps the fallacy of Ian is too impeccable. This genius who has loved Sherlock Holmes since he was a child, studied high-end medicine when he grew up, and finally became a genius like Sorcerer Supreme is still difficult to resist.
"It turns out that evil spirits are really so scary."
He could only look helpless and murmur in a low voice with a dull expression.
"I saw that you bought a lot of Sherlock Holmes magnifying glasses. If you don't use a magnifying glass to read the contract, you will encounter this situation." Ian tried to teach his followers how to guard against evil spirits, but his good intentions did not gain the gratitude of the other party.
The air is quieter.
Doctor Strange's breathing gradually became worse.
When Ian is sprayed with too much pesticide, Uncle Bruce gradually approaches.