S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Secret

A tense atmosphere hung over the Quinjet.

Loki wore a specially made metal muzzle, secured to a seat in the corner like a packaged hazardous substance.

He did not move, but his green eyes never rested, slowly sweeping across every face in the cabin as though assessing the quality of prey.

Tony Stark leaned against the cold cabin wall with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly annoyed.

"We should've pried his mouth open back in Germany," he said, breaking the silence. "Use some medieval methods, and I bet he'd confess to anything."

"He's a prisoner of war, Stark." Steve Rogers sat opposite him, his brows knotted tightly. His posture was always that of a soldier—straight-backed and alert.

"He killed eighty people in three minutes." Tony sneered, refusing to back down. "That was a terrorist attack, not a war."

"If we use torture too, then we're no different from him."

"Of course we are." Tony raised a brow. "The difference is that we won, and he lost."

Chu Hang sat with his eyes closed, leaning against the seatback, deaf to their argument.

His head was about to explode.

The talent of the First Mage of the Nine Realms was like an all-purpose decoder, frantically analyzing everything within him—the source energy of the Cosmic Cube, the energy of Binary, and the God Physique.

Now, however, that garbled code was being deciphered line by line.

He saw the structure of power within his body.

Cosmic Cube Energy was a three-dimensional matrix formed from countless blue runes—precise, stable, and containing the Law of Space.

Binary, meanwhile, was an ocean of pure golden energy, wild and unrestrained.

And the God Physique he had just acquired was like a golden net of laws, enveloping and linking it all together, granting them a higher level of life.

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