West End, Asgard Commercial Street.
A flash of golden lightning disappeared in an instant, Thor's figure appeared on a floating street.
This is one of the most bustling areas of Frost City, with the ethereal Asgard continent overhead and various anti-gravity vehicles and strangely dressed pedestrians underfoot.
He didn't look around much and went straight to a shop on the street corner with an extremely "cute" decor. The pink and blue signboard read " Tuotuo's Wonderful Cute Creatures Shop " in round font.
'This taste is absolutely amazing,' Thor thought to himself.
The shop was deserted, with almost no customers.
Various chibi-style superheroes called " Tuotuo " float in mid-air, with round bodies, beady eyes, and cute yet slightly eerie appearances.
Spider-Man Tuotuo is swinging on a swing, Iron Man Tuotuo is jet-powered, and there's even a green Hulk Tuotuo smashing a mini sofa.
Several shop assistants were dressed in brightly colored bodysuits and wore all sorts of masks, creating a completely haphazard and mixed-up scene.
A shop assistant wearing Superman cape but a Batman mask is wiping the shield of a Captain America Tuotuo.
Thor glanced around, and a shop assistant wearing a cheap Thor suit made of obviously low-quality fabric walked towards him.
He was a middle-aged white man with neatly combed hair, graying temples, and a gentle, polite smile on his face.
"Welcome, sir. How may I help you?" the man asked in a thick, authentic British accent, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"My name is Agate, and I'm the manager here."
Thor glanced at him but didn't pay much attention.
Frost City of all sorts of strange and wonderful people, so it's not surprising that an United Kingdom would come here to be a shopkeeper.
"Just browsing," Thor said.
"Yes, sir." Agate bowed slightly, his posture more like a butler than a sales clerk. "Our 'Tuotuo ' comes in three series. The basic model costs 3,000 Frost each, filled with standard memory foam for a soft feel. The advanced model costs 50,000 Frost, featuring a built-in micro anti-gravity module and sound unit, capable of mimicking classic hero actions and lines."
He paused, then pointed to the top shelf of the display case, where several exquisitely crafted Tuotuo were displayed.
"And our high-end custom models. We can add specific materials, or even miniature energy cores, according to your requirements, with prices ranging from 500,000 to millions. For example, the Thor Tuotuo you see has a miniature Uru metal fragment embedded in its hammer, which can generate a weak electric arc."
'That vampire Tony, he's really gone too far with his business.'
Thor thought to himself, his goal was clear: to annoy Bruce.
His gaze swept quickly across the dazzling array of display cases, finally settling precisely on the Batman section.
There were rows of serious-looking Bat Tuotuo displayed there.
"I want this one, and this one too." Thor pointed to two of them.
One of them has a classic black and gray color scheme, a serious expression, and a melancholic air in its eyes that says, "I am rich but I am not happy."
The other one is a flamboyant purple, wearing a tattered hood, holding two small toy guns, and grinning with a crazy and irritating look.
'One for Damian, one for Selene. Perfect.'
Thor was satisfied with his arrangements.
Agate's gentle smile remained unchanged as he skillfully removed the two Tuotuo and packed them into an elegant box.
"Sir, you have excellent taste. These two are the most popular styles in our ' Gotham Family ' collection."
He slowly introduced, "The classic ' Dark Knight ' costs two million Frost. The limited edition ' Knight of the Dark Night,' due to its more complex craftsmanship, costs two and a half million Frost. The total is four and a half million."
This price is enough to buy a decent villa in an average location in the East District.
However, Thor didn't even blink, and simply raised his wrist, revealing his personal terminal.
Scan the QR code.
"Yes, sir."
With a soft "beep," the payment was completed.
The whole process was swift and efficient, without a single wasted word.
Thor picked up the two boxes, turned and walked away as casually as if he had just bought two loaves of bread from a roadside stall.
Agate stood there, smiling, watching Thor's figure disappear through the shop doorway.
Only after Thor's presence completely disappeared from the commercial street did the smile on his face slowly fade away.
The shop manager's gentle and harmless face was like a melting wax figure; once the professional smile faded, what was revealed was neither fatigue nor numbness.
Rather, it is a deep-seated madness, as if it has been burning for billions of years, and a deathly stillness that coexists with it, a weariness of everything.
His eyes changed.
Those once gentle eyes now seemed to hold countless universes in their depths, churning with indescribable chaos and distortion.
He was no longer Agate, the shop manager in cheap costumes.
He is James Jaspers.
That strongest reality warper who should have been dragged into absolute Void and completely Oblivion by rage in the Earth-616.
He did not die while drifting in the Void void, but felt an unprecedented boredom.
Until he followed a rift in the multiverse and arrived at this city built on Void.
Then, he sensed Thor.
An existence that possesses inconceivable power despite being only at the Multiverse Level.
A new "game" opponent... worth the wait.
'His personality is more direct than I imagined, and... he's quite wealthy,' Jaspers calmly assessed to himself. 'Generous with money, all for a prank... interesting.'
He did not make a move.
Now is not the time.
A good play requires sufficient setup and a perfect stage.
He has plenty of patience; in Eternity life, the one thing he has in abundance is time.
He needs to understand the chessboard first, and see each piece on it clearly.
For example, the most crucial "King" who just left.
Jaspers ' expression shifted again, the madness and deathly stillness that could overturn reality were perfectly suppressed, and he returned to being the polite and harmless shopkeeper Agate.
He picked up a rag and slowly wiped the counter that Thor had just touched, as if he were polishing a rare work of art.
Asgard, Lord's Mansion.
Thor appeared out of thin air and pushed open the door to Emma Frost's office.
The office, as always, has a minimalist to almost cold style, with ice blue and silver-white as the main colors, luxurious yet tranquil.
Emma Frost is not here.
Thor's gaze fell on the enormous desk.
On one corner of the table, two palm-sized Tuotuo were placed side by side.
One of them was Thor, dressed in silver armor and a red Thor Tuotuo, his hammer crackling with electricity—clearly a high-end custom-made version with added features.
The other one is the White Queen Tuotuo, dressed in a white trench coat and exuding a queenly aura, even her signature haughty gaze is imitated perfectly.
Thor looked at the two little Tuotuo snuggling together and fell silent.
He suddenly realized that his earlier mockery of Kara had been premature.
These damned little things, like a Trojan virus that the immune system cannot recognize, are silently sweeping through the entire Frost City in a way that is both subtle and pervasive.
Even Emma Frost, the proud and aloof queen, wasn't spared.
'Does this thing... have that much magic power?'
Thor picked up his own Thor Tuotuo and squeezed it.
It feels really good.
He shook his head, smiled helplessly, casually placed the two Bat Tuotuo he had just bought on the table, and then plopped down in Emma Frost's expensive chair.
He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, and began to plan his next steps.
It's time to take a trip to the DC Universe.
Revive Martha and bring Bruce and Selene together.
Thinking of this, his gaze fell again on the dark gray Bat Tuotuo.
I wonder what Bruce's expression will be when he sees this little thing appearing in front of him frequently in the future?
You'll be pleasantly surprised!
Thor's lips curled up involuntarily.
Just thinking about that scene makes me incredibly excited.