On the top floor of the Stark Tower, sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows and onto the carpet.
Chen Mo leaned back on the soft leather sofa, still holding a glass of iced cola, enjoying the pleasures of life, especially while his roommate was still working.
" Tony! There's a new plot development! Aren't you going to check it out?"
"Screw you!"
Chen Mo smiled, picked up his cola, took a few more sips, and began to think while watching the reality show.
Now that he's gotten into the directing circle, he's thinking that this script is a bit too monotonous if it only focuses on God of Thunder going to the grassroots to carry out social reforms.
The alien invasion that Loki then initiated was quite a spectacle. Since he was the director, he had to give the actors on stage some special talents.
"Hehehehe, I'm about to bring you a different kind of surprise!"
Tony, who was engrossed in his work, glanced up, hesitated briefly, and then chose to continue working.
It's worth noting that in the past few days, thanks to his casually mentioned " Cosmic Expansion Plan," Tony and S.H.I.E.L.D.. have received an epic boost.
With the massive amount of materials Chen Mo could create by hand, Tony's seemingly endless supply of super materials, and the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Green Lantern, the armor factory's assembly line was large enough to circle the Earth.
At this moment, Tony was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice jar. He spent every day in the laboratory with bloodshot eyes. Not only did his armored combat power increase exponentially, but his weight and the intensity of his dark circles also increased several times over.
In return, S.H.I.E.L.D..'s equipment level also skyrocketed.
Nick Fury, whose perpetually stern face is now beaming with smiles, is practically showing wrinkles, and he's walking with a swagger.
The design of the Helicarrier that S.H.I.E.L.D.. originally intended to have only some basic armor added has now been revised to its seventh version.
Every update makes Fury exclaim "Holy shit!"
Before the alien giant even landed on Earth, the sound of knives being sharpened on this side of the planet was already echoing through the sky.
Chen Mo chuckled and casually tossed the empty cup, which landed precisely in a trash can ten meters away.
If those alien bastards dare to come to Earth, who knows who will be fighting whom?
The scene shifts to the depths of the Golden Palace in Asgard.
All-Father Odin who sat high on his throne, finally loosened his grip on the Gungnir.
He could no longer endure this body that had deteriorated to the extreme; the divine power within him was constantly dissipating.
No matter how worried he was about the chaotic future and Loki's ambition, he could only close his one eye, which was filled with the marks of time.
The long All-Father Sleep has finally arrived irreversibly.
In the last second before plunging into endless darkness, Odin silently offered a prayer.
Hopefully, that the Ancient One can really keep an eye on Chen Mo, this reckless madman, and prevent him from tearing the Nine Realms apart.
As the subtle fluctuations of Odin's slumber spread throughout the Golden Palace, a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows outside the main hall.
Loki's face, which usually wore an obedient and compliant expression, instantly shed all pretense.
The curve of his lips widened, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable sneer and unbridled ambition.
"The old man finally couldn't hold on any longer."
Now that the biggest obstacle has disappeared, the entire Asgard is his personal playground.
Without hesitation, he turned and headed towards the vault. Before going to find Thor, he needed to prepare a few things.
Heimdall, guarding the Bifrost, gripped his greatsword, his golden eyes, capable of seeing through the Nine Realms, coldly fixed on Loki approaching.
Loki, you've brought too much stuff.
Heimdall spoke in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the various weapons behind Loki, which were concealed by invisibility magic.
"This isn't the kind of equipment you should bring when you go to Midgard. What exactly are you trying to do?"
Watch your words, gatekeeper.
Loki stopped, raised his chin, and gave a condescending smile.
"I am now the acting God-King of Asgard, your supreme king. What the king chooses to bring is none of your business, a mere doorman."
Heimdall's grip on the sword hilt tightened abruptly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, almost crushing the hilt.
But he truly has no power to stop the acting god-king from doing what he wants; this is an ironclad rule of Asgard.
He could only grit his teeth, sigh inwardly, and plunge the greatsword heavily into the core of the hub control panel.
Amidst a deafening roar, a seven-colored beam of light descended like a sword piercing the heavens and earth, instantly engulfing Loki's figure.
As he teleported, Loki's smile grew increasingly cruel and bloodthirsty.
His trip to Earth is not only to personally reclaim the Space Stone belonging to the Asgard, but also to prove his abilities to his father.
He also wanted to take advantage of the situation and completely kill his muscle-bound, foolish older brother!
Only in this way can the throne belong to him forever.
As the beam of light dissipated, Heimdall stood alone in the empty hub, his face so somber it seemed as if water could drip from it.
With no answers to their questions and the God-King in a deep slumber, a crisis is imminent.
Heimdall stood there hesitating for a long time before finally turning around and making a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.
He wanted to secretly transmit everything he had just seen to the Warriors Three and Sif.
Those were Thor's most loyal friends; they had the right to know the plot that was about to befall Thor.
Meanwhile, on Earth, in Kamar-Taj...
Amidst the ever-present scent of sandalwood, the Ancient One casually assigned an extremely remote and time-consuming magical suppression mission.
After saying that, he sent Mordo to the other side of the world without giving him any further instructions.
Having done all this, the Ancient One finally released the rope that had been tied around Mordo's neck.
Now that the future has completely spiraled out of control, everything has become an unknown.
Then let this ambitious disciple, who thinks he can control everything, go ahead and cause trouble in secret.
Only through destruction can there be no construction; only in chaos can true change be forced out.
The Ancient One, carrying a freshly brewed cup of hot tea, slowly returned to the futon and sat down cross-legged.
The old monk gently blew on the tea leaves on the water's surface, his gaze passing through the carved wooden window to the quietly falling snow outside.
He began to seriously contemplate life.
If Chen Mo, that reckless madman, really goes too far, how can he seamlessly shift the blame to the sleeping Odin without leaving a trace?
The streets of Brooklyn, at dusk.
That old Ford sedan was still weaving through the congested evening rush hour traffic.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Thor clutched his newly purchased spoils, having just found a moment of simple, peaceful joy amidst the haggling and bargaining of ordinary people.
Suddenly, he felt an extremely chilling coldness rise up his back without warning.
Achoo!
Thor suddenly sneezed loudly, his tall frame causing the already old car seat to creak in protest.
Erin, who was focused on driving, was startled.
She turned to look at him, her face full of confusion.
"What's wrong with you?"