Thor rubbed his nose, just about to look at the maps he had created, when Betsy suddenly walked over, stepping on the grass, and stopped in front of him.
"Is the boss here very strong?" Betsy asked directly, one hand resting on her waist where her psionic energy had dissipated.
Thor was taken aback, and then a blind spot popped into his mind.
Damn, they were so focused on creating the ecosystem of Terraria that they didn't even bother to set the exact stats of those monsters.
He raised his eyelids and glanced at Betsy, who was standing a few steps away, before shifting his gaze to Emma Frost was fiddling with the gel.
"What strength do you think we should set for these bosses?" Thor pointed to the outline of the ancient castle in the distance. "Should we use game concepts like easy, hard, and Hell, or should we categorize them as Surface Level, Highfather Level, Universe Level?"
Emma Frost stopped fiddling with the space around her, and the hem of her trench coat swayed slightly in the wind.
She pondered for a moment, then her cold, arrogant voice boomed out. " Universe Level. I want to see just how big the gap is between me and that level."
This woman's pride remains as high as ever.
Thor turned to look at Betsy, Betsy didn't say a word and nodded in agreement, clearly someone who enjoyed stirring things up.
"Alright, since you guys want some excitement." Thor quickly activated the Law of Creation in his mind, reshuffling the rules of the internal network.
"The initial bosses Wall of Flesh will be set to Surface Level. After defeating the Wall of Flesh and entering the 'Empress of Hardmode,' all the bosses will be Celestial Highfather Level. As for the final Moon Lord, we'll max out his Universe Level. If you can't defeat him one-on-one, you can just call in those idle guys in the city to form a group and farm the dungeon."
Emma Frost gave a slight smile, indicating her satisfaction with the plan.
She raised her right hand and quickly tapped a few times on her personal terminal on her wrist, directly connecting to Maria Hill's holographic projection.
A flash of blue light, and the projection instantly solidified.
On the other side of the screen, Hill sat at a dining table, holding a coffee cup in her right hand.
" Maria, Thor has created a game instance in the Knowhere." Emma Frost gave her no chance to breathe, ordering in a commanding tone, "Remember these rules; they'll be used to limit the number of people entering the instance each day."
Hill didn't even have time to swallow his coffee before pulling out a pen and scribbling on the table.
"Only 500 people can enter each day." Emma Frost raised her finger and tapped the air without room for discussion. "At the same time, 30% of everything that drops will be forcibly handed over as city tax. Also, inform the entire city that this dungeon drops quite a few good items."
Emma Frost recalled the parchment book she had just stuffed into her spatial storage and continued reciting:
"There's a wide variety: firearms, melee weapons, longbows, swords, flails, yo-yos, and even summonable creatures to help in combat, mage equipment, and even wings that let you fly and sets with special effects. The rest are various minerals and materials dropped by monsters, as well as copper, silver, and gold coins."
"How is the exchange rate calculated?" Hill rubbed his temples on the other end of the projector.
" Frost City is directly pegged to these three currencies."
Emma Frost agreed without hesitation, "One thousand copper coins equal one silver coin, which is one Frost. One gold coin equals one hundred Frost. Also, the rare minerals produced in the dungeon should be sent to Valeria's laboratory first, and the city lord's mansion will fund their purchase."
Emma Frost paused for a second, then interrupted Hill before she could ask a question, "Let's summarize this for now, and add the rest later."
Smack
Emma Frost abruptly and decisively cut off the holographic projection.
Meanwhile, far away in Frost City, Maria Hill looked at the screen that had gone dark and let out a long sigh.
She leaned back in her chair, feeling a little weak, and tilted her head to look at the middle-aged Spider-Man outside the coffee shop.
"Sorry, Peter, I have to get back to work." Hill tossed his pen on the table and rubbed his aching temples.
Peter Parker was still wearing his slightly worn-out battle suit, with an apron over it.
He helplessly spread his hands and tossed the shovel in his hands around.
"Okay, we all know Emma Frost is a complete workaholic."
Peter packed up the freshly baked food, muttering complaints under his breath.
"Honestly, I think your current living conditions are even more outrageous than my superhero career back then. I used to only sleep two hours a day, going to school while fighting those freaks, and I felt like I was about to die from overwork. I never thought that after being thrown into this cosmic junkyard, I would become the most leisurely one."
Peter grabbed a paper bag from his stall, inside which was a steaming hot cheeseburger, and handed it to Hill.
"Here, it's for you." Peter chuckled. "This is the kind of cheeseburger Tony Stark loved back in the day. I only recently learned to make it, so I can't guarantee how it will taste."
Hill reached out and took the paper bag. The aroma of meat inside softened his expression. "It's alright, as long as there's something to eat."
She freed her left hand and tapped on her personal terminal.
A blue teleportation beam instantly tore through the air, enveloping her entirely and pulling her directly towards the magnificent golden Asgard floating overhead.
Peter raised his hand to shield his eyes, watching the pillar of light disappear into the golden palace complex. He clicked his tongue and said, "To be honest, it's been a long time since I've been to Asgard. I'll have to go and mooch a meal sometime. I hope Thor doesn't smash me out of there with his beloved hammer."
" Peter! I want two extra-large hot dogs and a hamburger!"
A deep roar pulled Peter back to reality.
General Ross —the massive, Red Hulk with crimson skin—was striding heavily toward the stall.
"Almost done, General Ross." Peter deftly flipped the food on the griddle, stuffed it into a bag, and handed it over. "Fifteen Frost in total."
The Red Hulk tapped his large finger on the terminal on his wrist. After the payment notification sounded, he grabbed a hot dog, chewed it heartily, and turned to leave.
However, before the Red Hulk had gone far, a sudden, extremely noisy shouting erupted from the street corner ahead.
Large numbers of civilians were craning their necks to look inside, and some were even whistling.
Peter took off his apron and leaned out of the stall, resting his head on the table.
In the center of the crowd, Deadpool, dressed in his signature red and black bodysuit, was clinging to a blonde woman in a white bodysuit like a boneless fly.
That's Galatea, the Kryptonian Krypton Thor just brought back.
Beside Galatea, Madelyne stood with her arms crossed, watching the spectacle with a cold smile.
"Oh, beautiful lady! Your pure white uniform is simply criminal; it perfectly accentuates your figure, which is fit enough to model for a gym!"
Deadpool's mouth was like a machine gun, jumping and bouncing around Galatea.
"Your blonde hair reminds me of some blonde bombshell from the next district who wields a hammer, but you look more like a tough bastard who could punch me into a wall. Tell me, what brand of sunscreen do you usually use? The UV rays in the Knowhere aren't exactly friendly..."
Galatea's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.
Having been subjected to military-style special training and severe insomnia for years, coupled with the loss of her superpowers, the taut string in her mind was now emitting a grating, irritating sound.
Deadpool kept bringing his face closer:
"Why isn't she saying anything? Did the cloned brain not have a language module? Don't be like this, Madelyne, please help me talk to her. We'll all be in the same boat from now on..."
Swish!
Galatea lost her patience; the words "compassion" and "endurance" simply did not exist in her subtly modified Krypton genes.
Her right arm shot out like lightning, her five fingers precisely gripping the hilt of the knife on Deadpool's back, and she yanked it sharply.
Before the crisp sound of the steel blade being drawn could even be heard, Galatea flicked her wrist and delivered a violent thrust with her other hand.
Pfft! Pfft!
The blade pierced Deadpool's chest repeatedly without any resistance.
Blood exploded in the air, splattering directly onto the surrounding ground.
Deadpool's body suddenly stiffened.
He slowly lowered his head, looking at the several holes in his body from which blood was gushing out, then looked up at Galatea, who was expressionless and ruthless.
"Whoa..." Deadpool coughed up blood while making that strange, guttural sound.
"You're so ruthless! You went straight for my heart?! And stabbed me twice! You... you didn't sneak over from the DC film set next door, did you?!"