What are you looking at?
Thor didn't answer immediately.
He sized up the woman chewing on a biscuit on the sofa, his mind already racing through information.
Miss United States is rare because she possesses the unique ability to travel through multiple universes.
It's not through magic or technology, but through an innate ability to kick open a five-pointed star-shaped crack in reality.
Moreover, this ability is unreliable until the other party fully masters it, so according to the original plot, she shouldn't be here.
But who knows how the timeline and plot development of the multiverse are based? So far, none of the universes he has visited or the Marvel characters he has encountered have followed the normal original storyline.
He was used to it by now.
"So, America, how did you get into this universe?"
America paused for a moment while chewing, then tossed the remaining half of the cookie onto the coffee table, leaned back into the sofa, and crossed her legs.
"... Something is chasing me."
What does it look like?
"A giant octopus." America pointed a finger at her forehead. "It has an eyeball on its head, like a light bulb, it's terrifying. It's been chasing me since I can remember, and I've crossed more than a dozen universes without being able to shake it off."
She spoke so casually, as if describing being chased by a stray dog for several blocks.
But Thor noticed that her other hand was unconsciously clutching the cuff of her jacket.
"Until I jumped into this world," America tilted her head, "That thing never appeared again."
Thor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and didn't interrupt her.
"But to be honest--"
America raised her chin and twitched the corner of her mouth.
"To be honest, being chased is better than coming to this godforsaken place. Have you ever seen an entire street of people chasing you and trying to bite your face? Nobody likes rotten flesh that wants to bite."
Thor listened quietly.
An octopus with only one eyeball, chasing across dimensions, was driven into a specific universe.
He knows this plot all too well.
Doctor Strange 2: Wanda's Search for Her Family -- The Multiverse of Madness.
The corrupted Wanda uses the Darkhold to control dimensional beings from other universes, hunting down Miss United States in an attempt to steal her ability to travel through the multiverse.
However, in the movies he watched in his previous life, this plot mainly took place between universes Earth-838 and Earth-616.
How did I end up in this What If...? Zombie Universe?
Thor's gaze fell on Wanda's face.
Could it be that Zombie Wanda from this universe, has also found the Darkhold?!
In the original storyline, after Zombie Wanda stole the Infinity Stones and the energy of Kamala the Ms. Marvel, she created a super-sized Infinite Tsukuyomi, using all the zombies and the few remaining survivors in the world to play house.
So the question is, what does Zombie Wanda want Miss United States for?
Are we supposed to go to another universe to kidnap Vision and then kidnap a pair of children?
Can a family comprised of zombie robots and humans coexist peacefully?
Thor didn't quite understand what was going on, but just to be on the safe side, he had to find the Zombie Wanda first and see what was going on.
His spiritual power expanded silently in that instant, covering the entire city.
The entire continent continued to expand outwards: Northern Europe, Eastern Europe, Africa, and Asia.
The mental energy penetrated the arc of the atmosphere, bypassing trenches and mountain ridges.
Three seconds.
The entire Earth is spread out before your eyes.
He found the Chaos Magic aura mixed with the stench of decay.
Just in New Asgard, on the Norway coastline, lies a small town that once belonged to Asgard refugees.
The scene is now devastated, with most of the buildings collapsed and dried blood and limbs scattered in the streets.
However, the basement of one building remained intact.
A woman was sitting inside.
It was Zombie Wanda; a third of the skin on her face had peeled off, and the pale bone around her left eye socket was exposed.
Unlike other zombies who wandered around looking for food, she sat quietly, like a dilapidated statue.
An ancient, thick book floats in front of me.
The pages were open, their surface flowing with runes interwoven with deep red and inky black. Thor could sense that power even from thousands of miles away—thick, twisted, and corrupt, like pus seeping from a wound in the universe.
The Darkhold.
Goodness!
Thor cursed inwardly. " Doctor Strange 2's plot has jumped into What If...? universe? Who approved this script?"
He withdrew his mental energy and turned to look at Wanda beside him.
Wanda.
Wanda raises her head.
"You might be a bit difficult in this universe," Thor said calmly, as if commenting on the weather. "She found the Darkhold."
He tilted his head and gestured towards America with his lips.
"The octopus that was hunting down this Miss United States was controlled by her. She wanted Miss United States's abilities to travel through the multiverse and find her children and husband in other universes."
The room fell silent the moment the words were spoken.
America sat bolt upright on the sofa, and half a cookie rolled off the coffee table and onto the floor.
"Are you kidding me?! You're going to hunt me down for just this one reason?!"
Thor ignored her.
Wanda frowned, turned her face away, lowered her gaze, and remained silent for a few seconds.
Is it tricky?
Thor thought for a moment. The power of the Darkhold combined with Wanda's own foundation in Chaos Magic meant that even in her zombie form, this combination was not something anyone could easily handle.
It meant nothing to him, but for Wanda—
"This might be a little --"
"Let me try it first."
Wanda interrupted him.
Thor looked over; she had already raised her head, and something seemed to be settling in her deep red irises.
"I've also seen those futures," Wanda's voice wasn't loud, but it was steady. "Maybe I can persuade my cosmic self."
Thor stared at her for two seconds.
This girl's getting bolder.
Six months ago in Kamar-Taj, he was a well-behaved student who dared not offend anyone. Now, he actually took the initiative to challenge a zombie version of himself who had obtained the Darkhold.
"Good."
He readily agreed.
A clearing of the throat came from the side.
Yelena walked over from the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression indifferent but with a barely perceptible tension between her brows.
"Um, shouldn't we make a plan first?"
Thor glanced at her.
"A plan is only needed when both sides are evenly matched, or when the gap is so large that finding loopholes is absolutely necessary." His tone was incredibly casual. "We don't need it in this situation."
Yelena's lips moved as if she wanted to retort, but in the end she didn't speak; she wasn't stupid.
The Snap thirty minutes ago had already taught her a lesson—explaining tactics to someone of this caliber is as redundant as teaching an elephant how to crush an ant.
Kamala jogged a couple of steps from the corner and stopped three meters away from Thor.
" Thor."
Her voice trembled slightly, but something burned in her large, dark eyes—curiosity, admiration, and a glimmer of hope that lingered after experiencing so much death.
Just how strong are you?
Can you help us solve this virus?
Thor glanced down at her; this little girl, the Ms. Marvel Kamala Khan.
A kid in her early teens, trapped in a zombie apocalypse for who knows how long, and only a high school student, it's no wonder she was eventually tricked by the Zombie Wanda.
Just like those naive and foolish college students.
He thought for a moment and chose a way of putting it that she could understand.
Thor held up one finger.
"The simplest solution would be to destroy the Earth in just one second."
Kamala's expression changed, and she opened her mouth, unsure of what to say.
Thor then raised his second finger.
"With a little effort, we'll destroy your entire universe. We'll also eliminate any viruses that might have spread into deep space, once and for all."
Dead silence.
Female Hawkeye Kate Bishop stood up from the sofa armrest, her bow still on the floor.
She frowned and looked at Thor.
"Isn't there... a more peaceful way?"
She paused for a moment, carefully considering her words.
"For example—could you bring your universe's Tony Stark over? Let him research the antidote or something?"
Thor shook his head.
There's no need for that.
He straightened up from the door frame, stretched his neck, and his joints made a slight clicking sound.
"I can restore everything to normal, but... if I help you, I might be in trouble."
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