Thor's words were like a cold, sharp knife, piercing Jane Foster's heart with pinpoint accuracy.
Just as Thor predicted.
Jane's joy froze instantly, then turned to shock, followed by uncontrollable anger.
But that anger burned for only a moment before being extinguished as if doused with a bucket of cold water, turning into endless relief and exhaustion.
Yes, this drama of breaking up and getting back together has played out between them far too many times.
Weren't they going through yet another "cooling-off period" before she was kidnapped by Hela?
Little did she know that this reunion would be their last.
Crystalline tears slid down her cheeks. Jane looked up, her voice trembling slightly but unusually clear. "Are you sure, Thor?"
"I'm sure." Thor nodded, his tone almost cruelly calm. "However, as compensation, I can grant you any wish."
However, Jane Foster simply smiled sadly, shook her head, and stubbornly wiped away her tears. "No need. What I want, I will fight for myself."
Thor sighed; this woman's strength remained unchanged.
He didn't say anything more, but simply gestured with his chin towards what was behind her. "Then turn around and look."
Jane, puzzled and filled with doubt, turned around.
The next second, she was struck dumb, completely stunned.
Behind her, a middle-aged couple who looked somewhat uneasy were standing there.
The man's hands still bore traces of engine oil, and the woman's smile was gentle and kind.
That was her father, David Foster.
That was her mother, Mary Foster.
Jane's lips began to tremble, and tears streamed down her face once more.
Her father, an ordinary plumber, worked himself to the bone to support her university education and eventually died of a heart attack.
Her mother died of cancer when she was nine years old.
This is also the root of her lifelong desire to conquer cancer.
But now, they are standing right in front of me, alive and well.
"Dad... Mom?" Jane's voice was barely audible, as if she was afraid that if she exerted any force, the illusion before her would shatter.
"It's... it's us, Jane." Mary Foster's eyes reddened as she opened her arms.
Jane could no longer hold back, letting out a suppressed sob, and rushed over like a madwoman. The three of them hugged each other tightly, crying their hearts out.
At this heartwarming moment of family reunion, the other members of the survivor team also cautiously approached.
When Steve Rogers saw the couple who clearly didn't belong to this era, he paused for a moment, then, as if struck by a thought, blurted out a curse, "Fuck!"
He certainly knew Jane Foster and knew that her parents had long since passed away.
But now, Thor has simply resurrected the Deadman with a wave of his hand?
Steve's mind went blank. He grabbed Thor's arm, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely, " Thor, where's Tony?! That bastard Tony! And Peter! Where 'Peter that brat Peter?!"
Thor glanced at him, preparing to raise his hand to unleash the Law of Time he had comprehended.
However, just as he was about to make his move, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Steve caught this subtle movement perfectly. "What's wrong? Is it not working?!" His heart leaped into his throat.
"No," Thor shook his head, his tone still flat, "It's just a little difficult."
He has just discovered that the resistance he encountered in trying to rewind time on this Earth is far greater than when he tried to reshape reality in other universes.
The consumption of the power of laws is increasing almost exponentially.
However, he quickly figured it out.
His own original universe has an extremely mature hero system, and even without the support of cosmic artifacts, it can go toe-to-toe with Hela, who wields six gems.
The upper limit of this universe is inherently higher than most of the universes he has visited.
It's normal to need some effort to reverse life and death here.
Having figured this out, Thor no longer hesitated.
He raised his hand and gently clenched it in the air.
The next moment, everyone present felt as if the stars shifted before their eyes, and the light of time, like a warm tide, instantly enveloped the entire earth.
The distant ruins were rebuilding at a visible speed, collapsed skyscrapers were rising from the ground, and the shattered earth was rapidly healing.
"Look! Everything's back!" Luna Snow Seol Hee pointed to the city skyline in the distance, now restored to its original state, her voice filled with unbelievable joy.
Cyclone Lei Ling, Amadeus Zhao, and the others were also shocked. This kind of miraculous power had completely exceeded their comprehension.
The light faded.
Thor snapped his the Snap.
A Legion of people suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the clearing where they were.
Tony Stark was staring blankly at the reactor in his chest.
Bruce Banner looked blankly at his hands, Peter Parker instinctively assumed a fighting stance, only to find that there were no enemies around.
Hank Pym, Wasp, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Sentry Robert...
Dark Avengers, West Coast Avengers, X-Men...
All the heroes and villains who sacrificed themselves in the war against Hela are now standing here unharmed, their faces filled with bewilderment and confusion.
However, just as the group of superheroes were looking at each other in bewilderment, a one-eyed man in a black trench coat appeared in the crowd.
Nick Fury.
He was equally bewildered, but his years of experience dealing with various supernatural events made him quickly realize that someone must have pulled off some kind of time-reversing trick again.
Before he could even ask a question, a roar filled with suppressed rage exploded through the forest like a thunderclap.
"Fuck you, Nick Fury!!!"
With bloodshot eyes, Steve Rogers charged forward like a mad bull, delivering a powerful flying kick that slammed into Nick Fury's chest!
"Bang!"
Nick Fury flew backward like a kite with a broken string, traveling more than ten meters before crashing into several large trees and coming to a stop.
Steve didn't stop. He rushed to Black Widow Natasha's side, pulled the pair of electric Widow's Bite stingers from her waist, and then charged like a madman at Nick Fury, who was still groaning on the ground.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Lightning crackled through the woods as Steve lashed out, roaring hysterically.
"You sour radish, don't eat that! Don't you fucking like targeting Superhuman?!"
"You love scheming, don't you?! You're a fucking human supremacist, aren't you?!"
"Tell me the fuck! What the hell have you done?!"
Steve's roar was like a key, instantly unlocking the long-sealed memories of all the resurrected heroes.
They remembered, remembered that desperate war, remembered how they had Carnage like grass by Hela's undead army under Nick Fury's foolish and arrogant plan.
The last trace of color drained from Tony Stark's face, and his gaze towards Nick Fury turned icy cold, as if he wanted to kill him.
Peter Parker clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly with anger.
One, two... Everyone's gaze changed, filled with hostility and anger.
Thor crossed his arms and watched the scene with great interest, snapping his the Snap to end.
"Swish swish swish--"
Each resurrected hero was given an extra electric whip, exactly the same as the one Steve wielded.
"Don't worry about it," Thor's voice drifted over. "I'll keep him alive; he won't die anyway, just beat him to a pulp."
No sooner had he finished speaking than even Peter Parker, Spider-Man Peter, known for his good temper, couldn't help but rush forward and kick Nick Fury hard in the back.