Return to the office on the top floor of Stark Tower.
Chu Hang took off his coat and threw it on the sofa. There was a burning sensation in his body. It was not a fever, but a deeper restlessness.
The seams between his bones were itching, and every muscle fiber was like a tightened steel cable, which made his skin ache. He even had the illusion that his frame seemed a little too small for this body.
He walked to the wine cabinet, poured a glass of ice water, and drank it in one gulp.
The cold liquid slid down the throat and into the stomach, but it could not extinguish the fire.
This is a hunger. Not a desire for food, but a craving at the cellular level.
They need energy, need to be released, and need an outlet to vent this new power.
He closed his eyes and his senses were amplified by Infinity.
This feeling is a hundred times more powerful than the reinforcement brought by Super-Soldier Serum. There is too much information, too complicated, like countless needles piercing the brain.
Can't stay here.
He dodged and disappeared from the office. The next second, he appeared in the private training room three hundred meters underground.
This place was specially built for him by Tony. The walls are made of lead and Vibranium composite materials, which can block out all prying eyes. In the center of the room, there is a huge sandbag. It is not an ordinary sandbag. The outer shell is made of a special alloy that Tony boasts can withstand armor-piercing bullets. It is filled with high-density polymer, with a total weight of more than ten tons.
In the past, he tried his best without using [Infinite Rage], but could only leave a shallow fist mark on it.
Now, he feels different.
He walked to the sandbag, stood still, and took a deep breath. The air rushed into his lungs, as if a furnace was lit.
He didn't put on any fighting stance, he just threw a punch forward casually.
The fist broke through the air without causing a trace of wind.
"Pfft."
There was an extremely muffled sound.
His fist sank into the alloy sandbag without any hindrance, until his entire forearm was submerged in it. There was no violent impact, it was more like a hot knife cutting butter, incredibly smooth.
He pulled out his hand.
A smooth, deep hole was left on the sandbag. The alloy around the hole did not tear, but collapsed and squeezed inward as if it had been treated with ultra-high pressure. The density increased dozens of times. The surface showed an obsidian-like luster and felt cold and hard to the touch.
Chu Hang looked at his fist, it was intact, not even the skin was red.
The power itself has not increased to an exaggerated level, but the quality of the power has changed.
If his fist was a battering ram before, now it is a neutron star compressed to the extreme. It is no longer a pure kinetic energy impact, but a crushing force carrying mass and density.
He thought of Hulk. That big guy's power came from anger and had no upper limit. But now, he had a constant baseline that was ridiculously high.
If we meet again, maybe you can stand and let him punch a few times to see if it's his recovery power or Hulk's punches that are tougher.
He moved his neck, and the joints made a series of crisp popping sounds.
Life span has also changed.
He could feel that the passing speed of Life Law had slowed down, almost to a standstill.
This is not the longevity brought by Healing Factor, nor is it the aging delayed by Super-Soldier Serum. This is a transition in the form of Life Law.
Just like Odin, just like those Asgardian who have lived for thousands of years, for them, time is no longer a poison that kills people, but a wine that precipitates strength.
The older you are, the stronger you are.
He was feeling the changes in his body when a dull thunder sounded outside the window.
A sudden thunderstorm swept across the entire New York. The dark clouds were low and the sky was as dark as evening. Big raindrops pattered on the tempered glass of Stark Tower.
Chu Hang felt something in his heart.
He felt the electric charges floating in the air. They became extremely active, as if they were cheering, jumping for joy, and... saying hello to him.
He disappeared again and appeared on the rooftop of the building.
The strong wind brought heavy rain, soaking his whole body in an instant. The cold rain hit his face, but he felt extremely comfortable. In the sky, thick lightning bolts ripped through the dark clouds like silver snakes, illuminating the outline of the city's steel jungle. The air was filled with a strong smell of ozone.
He opened his arms, raised his head, and let the wind and rain wash away his face.
An instinct originating from his bloodline caused him to stretch out his right hand toward the sky and toward the rolling thunderclouds.
It's like asking for something.
"Boom!"
A huge thunderbolt, thicker than all the previous lightnings combined, roared down from the sky as if it had been summoned. Its target was not the lightning rod on the roof, but the hand extended by Chu Hang.
The moment lightning struck him, time seemed to slow down.
He did not feel any pain, only an extreme pleasure that was filled instantly. It was like a dry river bed being submerged by floods, or like a city that had been cut off from power being reconnected. Countless violent arcs of electricity were scurrying around in his body, but they did not cause any damage. Instead, they were like docile sheep being tamed and absorbed by a more powerful force.
The Asgardian Divine Power in the body boiled after swallowing this pure natural thunder and lightning.
Super-Soldier Serum amplified its potential, and the space energy of Cosmic Cube provided it with a foundation. Now, the thunder of nature has become the final catalyst.
He felt that his genetic chain was being rewritten.
Every cell in the body is transforming and sublimating in joy.
This is no longer just Asgardian Physique. Asgard is just a racial template. And he, with the fusion of multiple top powers, broke this template.
He became a purer, more original, and less bound existence.
The system's cold notification sounded in his mind just right, summarizing this transformation.
[Asgardian Physiology]Advanced[God Physique].
Chu Hang opened his eyes suddenly, and in the depths of his eyes, golden lightning flashed away.
His upper limit is no longer Odin.
His upper limit is Infinity.
The storm stopped without warning. The dark clouds dispersed and the moonlight shone again.
Chu Hang looked down at his hands. There were still tiny arcs of electricity on his skin, making a crackling sound. The transformation of his body was still continuing, but it had changed from a violent revolution to a gentle improvement.
He raised his head, his eyes piercing through a distance of nearly a thousand meters, and locked on the lightning rod on the roof of another skyscraper in the distance.
He raised his hand, pointed his index finger at the target, and the arcs on his fingertips converged into a point.
Then, tap gently.
A golden electric light, thinner than a hair, shot out from his fingertips. It made no sound or dazzling light, but quietly crossed the night sky.
The next second, the lightning rod, which was made of a special alloy and could withstand millions of volts, disappeared out of thin air.
Chu Hang took back his hand with satisfaction.
He returned to the office, changed into dry clothes, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The liquid went into his throat, with a hint of sweetness in the spiciness.
At night.
He turned on the computer, tapped the keyboard skillfully, and entered the internal database of S.H.I.E.L.D. with the highest authority of "Special Advisor".
He called up all the follow-up reports from Coulson on the New Mexico incident.
The report is very interesting and full of Coulson-style cold humor.
Thor, who had lost his supernatural powers, caused a lot of jokes on the earth after being handed over to Jane Foster's team for safekeeping. He walked into the pet store and wanted to buy a horse that could go on the battlefield. After drinking coffee in the cafe, he threw the cup on the ground as boldly as Asgard did, shouting "One more drink!", and was almost kicked out as a drunkard.
Chu Hang looked at the report and couldn't help but laugh. A god who has lived for more than a thousand years is clumsily learning how to be a mortal. This drama is much more exciting than Hollywood's comedy.
He continued to scroll down.
A newly uploaded encrypted file marked "urgent" popped up.
The title is. "Puente Antiguo Second High Energy Reaction and Unidentified Person Witness Report".
He clicked in.
The content of the report is very short, but the amount of information is huge.
The report said that just a few hours ago, Bifrost energy fluctuations appeared again over the town.
Attached is a blurry picture taken from a gas station surveillance camera.
A man wearing a well-tailored Black Noir suit and long Black Noir hair stepped out of a rented Ford car. He was thin and pale, with a faint, playful smile on his face.
Loki.
Chu Hang's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment.
The real drama is finally about to begin.
Thor's younger brother, Asgard's lies and God of Mischief, came to find his simple-minded stupid brother.
Chu Hang knows that along with Loki is Asgard's ultimate weapon--Destroyer. A killing machine that has no thoughts and only knows how to execute orders.
He shook the amber liquid in the glass, and the ice cubes collided, making a crisp sound.
"Just in time, let's try out the shape of the new body."
He leaned back on the comfortable leather seat and raised the corners of his mouth in an arc that was somewhat similar to Loki in the photo.