"Are you serious, Thor?!"
Emma Frost's voice was cold and hard, like two diamonds rubbing against each other. For the first time, all the teasing and languor faded from her icy blue eyes, leaving only undisguised worry and a trace of fear that she herself was unaware of.
Jean Grey stepped forward, the oppressive heat emanating from her resurfacing. " Thor, this is too risky! An Omniverse Level being is lurking in your city, and your target is you! Leaving now is like exposing your back to the enemy!"
Women, ah, they're just prone to overthinking.
Thor sighed inwardly, but outwardly appeared completely unconcerned.
He knew what they were worried about, but some things just couldn't be explained.
Jaspers was a pure, dramatic madman.
He lay low for six months, not to find an opportunity to betray himself; that would be too low-level.
He's setting up a stage, waiting to see a good show.
If I lose my composure because of his presence and hide in the city, afraid to go out, that would be exactly what he wants.
That's tantamount to telling him that his arrival as an "audience member" has affected the "actor's" performance.
"He's just a cowardly coward, what's there to be afraid of?" Thor waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "If he really had the guts, he would have shown up six months ago, why wait until now?"
He turned to Emma Frost, his eyes carrying an undeniable air of command, "From now on, Frost City is on high alert. But remember, maintain a relaxed exterior but a tight interior. All entertainment activities continue as usual, business operations continue as usual, and the exploration slots for the Terraria Continent should not be suspended. Don't let our 'guests' feel that we've discovered them."
Emma Frost's lips moved, but she ultimately swallowed her rebuttal.
She understood the meaning in Thor's eyes.
This is a psychological war.
Whoever reveals their hand first loses.
"I understand." She squeezed out the three words through gritted teeth, then turned her head away, refusing to look at him again.
Her flushed ears betrayed her inner turmoil.
Thor nodded in satisfaction and said no more.
He simply stood there, and a faint sound, like bones and muscles being forcibly disassembled and reassembled, began to emanate from within his body.
His physique was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye; his originally tall and robust body shrank slightly, becoming lean and imposing.
His long, golden hair had faded, replaced by a neat, dark short haircut. His handsome, flamboyant face was replaced by deep wrinkles and sharp lines, and his eyes had changed from lazy to weathered and ruthless.
In just a few seconds, Thor disappeared.
Instead, there was a middle-aged man with a stern face and a profound demeanor.
Thomas Wayne.
Emma Frost and Jean were stunned. They had never seen Thor so completely transformed. It was no longer a simple metamorphosis, but a complete reshaping from Soul Stone to breath.
"You..." Qin didn't know what to say for a moment.
Thor after his transformation, or " Thomas Wayne," remains unexplained.
He simply raised his hand and gently patted the two strangely designed Bat Tuotuo hanging from his waist. One was blackish-gray, and the other was blackish-purple.
His lips curled into a cold, wicked smile.
The next second, he vanished from the office.
Asgard, Central Square.
Unlike the futuristic Frost City below, this place is always sacred and magnificent.
The golden dome and white columns seemed to carry the lingering echoes of an epic tale.
But at this moment, this sacredness was broken by an atmosphere of anxious anticipation.
Nearly five thousand men, women, and children gathered here. They were dressed in different clothes, but their faces bore the same weariness and unease that belonged to exiles.
They are the DC Universe refugees stranded in Frost City.
At the very front of the crowd stood a dark-haired woman dressed in a smart business suit; it was Lois Lane.
She clutched a package tightly, containing all her belongings from this world, and her only thought of returning to her homeland.
They've been waiting for a long time.
They had been waiting since the moment they were announced they would be sent back.
Just as a slight commotion began to rise in the crowd, the space in the center of the square suddenly distorted without warning.
A figure appeared out of thin air.
It was Thomas, the one who had brought them here for refuge.
He wore a well-tailored black suit, his posture was upright, his face was cold and stern, and his eyes were like the deepest night in Gotham City, carrying a heavy and desolate feeling that seemed capable of crushing everything.
The bustling square fell silent instantly.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden, suffocating atmosphere, holding their breath and not daring to even breathe loudly.
They looked at the man as if gazing up at a silent volcano that could erupt at any moment.
Lois Lane's pupils contracted sharply, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
This man's face...
That face that only exists in Gotham's historical records...
Thomas Wayne?!
How could that be!
But what Soul Stone sent shivers down her spine, more than the visual impact of his face, was the aura emanating from this man.
It was a terrifying pressure she had never felt before, an absolute power that suppressed all things and looked down upon the laws of nature.
She had only vaguely experienced this feeling when facing Superman at his most furious.
But the man in front of her gave her a feeling that was a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than Superman!
What shocked her even more was that beneath this godlike pressure, there lingered a deep-seated sense of desolation and madness that she knew all too well, a trait belonging to the Wayne Family.
Familiar, yet strange.
Powerful, yet sorrowful.
These two completely different qualities were contradictorily combined in this man, creating a terrifying charm that almost made her kneel down.
She instinctively hugged the package in her arms tighter, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Let's go.
A deep, husky voice, uttered by the man, carried the marks of time and experience.
"It's time to send you back."
The moment he finished speaking, Thor extended one hand into the air.
In an instant, the sky above Asgard changed color!
The azure Law of Space and the green Law of Time, like two awakened cosmic dragons, roared from his palms, wildly intertwining, colliding, and merging above his head!
A vast, indescribable curtain of laws, obscuring the sky and the earth, suddenly unfolded!
Above the curtain, countless scenes of the birth and death of universes flashed by like a revolving lantern, with the deep blue light and green divine radiance devouring each other, transforming into a profound and utterly mysterious chaos.
The five thousand refugees in the square, including Lois Lane, were all stunned into incapacitated by this miraculous scene.
They simply stared blankly at the sea of laws, watching it slowly descend and gently envelop each of them.
There was no feeling of weightlessness, and no discomfort.
The moment their bodies came into contact with the light screen, they began to dissolve, turning into the purest specks of light, which were then absorbed into it.
The entire process was eerily quiet.
In just a few breaths, the once bustling Asgard Square had become completely deserted.
All that remained was the man standing there like a statue, and the enormous rift in the sky that was slowly closing, leading to another multiverse.
In the endless void, there seemed to be hidden thunder rumbling, the aftershocks of two universes with different rules colliding.
On the other side of the rift lies a modern metropolis bathed in sunlight.
That was their hometown, and also the city that Superman protected, Metropolis.