Thor didn't rush to reply, instead sizing up the woman in the tight-fitting purple-black suit.
Gwen Stacy Poole, the Dark Gwenpool.
A traveler originating from the Earth-TRN565 universe.
Originally just an ordinary otaku girl obsessed with comics, she transmigrated into the Marvel Universe and couldn't stand being repeatedly manipulated and crushed by those so-called "writers," leading to a complete mental breakdown and extreme behavior.
Thor keenly sensed the jarring sense of spatial dislocation around her.
That's not a conventional Law of Space at all, but a " Law of Narrative " that forcibly alters the logic of reality.
This woman's application of the rules is extremely rigid.
She is not the one who controls the laws; she is more like a hacker who has found a vulnerability in the world's underlying code and is forcibly using the highest privileges.
She can see frames that readers cannot, move through the blank spaces in storyboards, and even alter characters' lines.
But the most crucial point.
No matter how flashy her abilities may appear, her true nature remains at the level of an ordinary person.
It has no enhanced genes, no mutated cells, and is just a mortal being.
Thor slightly opened his right hand, and Stormbreaker vanished into thin air as a streak of light.
Using a battle axe against such a creature, which is physically fragile but has extremely nasty rules, would be a complete waste.
Moreover, it would be a disservice to one's Heaven-Defying Comprehension not to take advantage of such a rare loophole in the " Law of Narrative ".
He's happy to master as many cheating tactics as possible.
"What?" Gwenpool her head, deftly twirling the two Adamantium swords in her hands.
"Have you thought it through? Want to cause a huge ruckus with me? Let's kill all those high and mighty screenwriters! We can rewrite this boring Marvel Universe together!"
Thor raised his right hand, and a blue bolt of ordinary lightning lit up in the center of his palm.
He deliberately suppressed the laws within the source of thunder, fearing that he might accidentally blast this fragile "rare creature" into ashes.
I've been really lucky lately, always seeming to encounter these rare creatures from the multiverse.
A lightning snake, as thick as a thumb, shot out from the center of Thor's palm, heading straight for Gwenpool's face.
Just as Razer was about to strike, Gwenpool's foot suddenly slipped.
She fell forward in an extremely exaggerated manner, her legs forming a perfect split on the floor that would never happen in reality.
The Razer snake grazed her scalp, struck the metal wall behind her, and exploded into a charred mess.
Thor watched this scene with cold indifference.
In that instant, the surrounding physical parameters were forcibly distorted.
Razer's trajectory was not off; it was the frame rate of the "screen" where Gwenpool was located that was ripped, causing her to perform the splits out of thin air.
Thor a five-finger rapid-fire attack.
Dozens of lightning bolts intertwined to form a dense electric net, sealing off all of Gwenpool's escape routes.
Gwenpool dodged and weaved through the lightning net.
She would sometimes trip over bumps on the ground, sometimes bend over to pick up a fallen scabbard, and sometimes tilt her head back when she sneezed.
Every seemingly absurd movement precisely avoided the trajectory of the thunderbolt's attack.
This forced ability to grant oneself the "absolute evasion" attribute to a comedic character is truly disgusting.
Thor stopped attacking.
I haven't encountered such an interesting mechanism in a long time.
Heaven-Defying Comprehension activated!
Gwenpool straight and dusted herself off.
"Is that all you've got? Looks like you, this mutated Thor, are nothing special. Since you're unwilling to cooperate, I'll start by taking care of your friends and add some spice to this boring plot!"
Gwenpool reached out and suddenly pulled in mid-air.
The space itself wasn't shattered, but the scene before me presented a physical state resembling folded paper.
Gwenpool's figure vanished instantly.
The next second, she appeared out of thin air behind Valeria.
Two Adamantium blades crossed, aimed straight for Valeria's nape.
Valeria didn't even have time to turn her head; the high-energy particle cutter in her hand didn't even have time to recharge.
Reed lunged at the control panel.
" Valeria!"
This extremely rational scientist let out a rare roar.
He tried to reach out and grab his daughter, and attempted to activate the laboratory's defensive force field, but it was all too late.
Gwenpool doesn't traverse spatial distances, but rather the white space within a comic panel; this method of movement ignores time differences.
America's right fist glowed blue, but she didn't know where to strike.
Thor remained standing still.
The Law of Space are in operation.
The metal floor beneath Valeria, Reed, and America's feet vanished instantly.
The three of them plummeted straight into a blue rift. Then, at the other end of the laboratory, behind Thor, three more rifts opened simultaneously, spitting the three of them out.
The two swords missed their mark, striking the metal casing of the control panel and carving two deep grooves without any resistance.
"Tch, annoying teleportation." Gwenpool swung her blade.
She turned around and quickly gestured a square frame in front of her with both hands.
"Stay in the storyboard!"
As she moved, the scenery around Thor instantly faded, turning into black and white.
Four thick black lines emerged from the void, trapping Thor firmly in the middle.
Thor stands within the picture frame.
The surrounding air became viscous, and all the laws of physics were forcibly suspended.
Gwenpool walked briskly to the picture frame.
"Right now, you're just a background panel in my comic. I can erase you anytime, or draw a bomb on your head."
She reached out and made an eraser motion in the air, as if preparing to wipe Thor's head off.
Thor raised his right hand.
Within the black and white frame, a blinding blue flash of lightning suddenly shone.
The rough black frame made a crisp cracking sound.
Thor reached out and, passing through the so-called "fourth wall," grabbed Gwenpool by the collar.
Gwenpool's movements froze in mid-air.
"You... how could you possibly break the storyboard?!"
She stared intently at Thor's hand gripping her collar; this was something that power could not accomplish.
In that instant, the other party had gained the same narrative authority as her, and even directly tore apart the rules and barriers she was so proud of.
Thor didn't waste any words.
He pulled Gwenpool directly into the painting frame and lightly slapped her on the back of the head.
This slap carried no thunderous power; it was purely a crushing force of physical strength, coupled with a trace of the Law of Narrative she had just comprehended, which directly severed her connection with that dimension.
Gwenpool's eyes rolled back, and her body went limp as she collapsed onto the metal floor.
The black and white picture frame collapsed instantly, and the laboratory returned to its original colors.
Valeria ran out from behind Thor.
She patted her chest, panting heavily.
"That scared me to death! Thank goodness you were here, Thor."
Reed got up from the ground, adjusted his slightly askew tactical glasses, and strode over to Valeria to check on her.
The veins on the back of his hand were bulging, clearly indicating that he had not yet fully recovered from the near-death experience.
Reed first examined Valeria's neck, and after confirming there were no wounds, he turned to face Thor.
"Thank you." Reed stood ramrod straight. "Consider this a huge favor I owe you today. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know."
Thor nodded without saying a word.
If I really need your help, it might not be a small matter; it could suddenly turn into a matter that threatens the entire universe.
He can't afford such good fortune.
America flicked her wrist, watching Gwenpool.
Valeria pulled a miniature scanner from her pocket and scanned the unconscious Gwenpool back and forth.
A string of garbled characters was flashing across the scanner screen.
"Nothing there?" Valeria tapped the scanner's casing.
"No mutated genes, no energy core, not even basic magic circuits. This is just an ordinary carbon-based life form!"
Valeria looked up and kicked Gwenpool's leg with her toe in disgust.
"What was this idiot thinking? He thinks he can fight you with just an ordinary person?"
Thor shrugged.
How would I know what an idiot is thinking?
He looked down at Gwenpool lying on the ground.
Although this woman is a nuisance, the knowledge she possesses about the "plots" of various universes is priceless.
Moreover, she had already thoroughly analyzed her method of using Law of Narrative.
"Lock her in the energy suppression chamber," Thor ordered.
Valeria snapped her the Snap.
Several tracked robots slid over, their robotic arms grabbing Gwenpool's limbs and dragging her toward a transparent isolation chamber in the corner of the laboratory.
"Her abilities are very strange; conventional physical restraints might not work," Reed said, offering his expert assessment as he watched Gwenpool being dragged away.
"I just reviewed the surveillance data, and the way she moved doesn't conform to any known theory of spatial folding. It's more like... a dimensional jump clip."
"I know." Thor walked to the control panel and waved his hand gently.
A pale blue lightning shield completely enveloped the isolation chamber.
This shield not only contains the Law of Spatial Immobilization, but also incorporates the Law of Narrative that I have just comprehended.
Whenever Gwenpool attempts to alter the logic of reality, this shield will generate an equal and opposite interference.
"The test continues." Thor turned to look at America.
America paused for a moment.
"Still fighting? You almost lost your life just now!"
"You're not dead, are you?" Valeria stepped onto her hoverboard and rose back into the air.
"That sudden situation just now perfectly demonstrates your lack of practical experience. If you could have opened a portal and cut her in half the moment she appeared, I wouldn't have needed Thor's rescue."
America gritted her teeth and walked to the center of the field.
Thor leaned against the edge of the console, examining the multiverse data on the Valeria terminal.
With America as a living portal, and combined with the various laws he had mastered, the next inter-universe plundering plan could officially be put on the agenda.
He didn't know if she could open the portal to DC. He had tried several times before, but couldn't open it no matter what he did. He wondered if it was because his level was too low.
After all, the God of DC is no pushover. Although under normal circumstances, the other party will not take the initiative to interfere, it's hard to say about someone like me who went from the Marvel Universe to the DC Universe.
Inside the isolation chamber.
Gwenpool's fingers twitched slightly.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through the transparent cabin walls and landing on Thor's back.