" Thor, do you have any good candidates for city lord?"
Morning, another new day begins. Emma Frost, unusually, didn't get up early. She turned to look at Thor, who was lying next to her and had just opened his eyes.
"You've only been working here a short time, and you're already thinking about retiring."
Thor rubbed his eyes, looking at Emma Frost beside him in disbelief. Wasn't Emma always the one who liked to carry everything alone?
Why the sudden change of heart? She actually said she's tired and wants to retire?!
"Didn't you say I was a little girl?" Emma Frost rolled over, her back to Thor, and said indifferently, "Can't I relax a little in front of you?"
She then sat up, stretched, and revealed her flawless, alabaster-like skin, which, under the sunlight, was even more alluring, her curvaceous figure drawing Thor's gaze.
"Why don't you just ask Valeria to create an AI assistant for you? Leave all the basic tasks to the AI, and you'll have more time to rest, right?"
"Yeah, you should go and talk to that little girl for me. She keeps nagging me to see you, she's even more annoying Betsy."
"Forget it, have someone else pass on the message. That brat Valeria is too dangerous; I need to stay away from her."
Upon hearing Emma Frost's words, Thor suddenly recalled the image of Valeria carrying a syringe larger than herself yesterday, and instinctively shuddered.
"What? You, the mighty Thor, are afraid of a mere little girl?!"
Seeing Thor's somewhat frightened expression, Emma Frost's mischievous side was aroused, and she began to tease Thor.
"She won't cause any problems. The real issue is her brother. If we take down Cassandra this time, we might even obtain the Phoenix Force. Then, we can find the Fairy Force, Valeria's brother won't be a threat."
Thor planned the operation in a very simple way.
"Really? But I heard from Betsy that your purpose in traveling around these universes to become stronger is only one of them. It seems that another purpose is your main goal."
Emma Frost reached out and drew a circle on Thor's chest, her gaze sweeping over him indifferently.
"That girl in the red leather jacket is your next target, isn't she?"
"What's wrong, Emma Frost? Are you jealous like Betsy?"
Thor put his arm around Emma Frost's shoulder, closing the distance between them.
"Jealous? I, Emma Frost Frost, have no interest in playing house with the women you fancy. I have only one request: I won't care how many women you bring back, but no one can take my place. Do you understand?"
Emma Frost pushed Thor's hand away, lifted his chin, and asserted her dominance in a cold and arrogant tone.
"Alright, my queen, I think we can do some morning exercise, what do you think?"
"No, I am the king, you are my queen, Thor."
Emma Frost grabbed Thor and shoved a kiss on his lips.
"Yes, my queen, I hope you won't beg for mercy later."
Thor pushed Emma Frost down onto the bed and kissed her on the lips.
Onz---
As the sun rose high in the sky, Thor walked out of Emma's White House, looking refreshed, and saw Maria Hill holding a communicator, communicating with Groot, the gardener in the White House.
Good morning, Hill. How was your first day at work?
After enjoying a bit of sunbathing, Thor walked over to Hill and asked.
"It's alright, except the boss wasn't there on my first day of work, everything else has been pretty good."
Hill turned to look at Thor, his expression calm.
"Cheer up, Hill. Don't always have such a long face. Smile more. After all, you're second only to the emperor now."
Thor patted her on the shoulder.
"My job doesn't require me to smile much."
Hill said.
"Well, you and Emma Frost are a match made in heaven. I'm sure you two workaholics have a lot in common. Goodbye, Hill, have a great time here."
Thor waved his hand and vanished from the spot in a flash.
"Am I Groot?"
(What's today's task?)
Just then, a sub-adult Groot came over and asked it what its mission was for the day.
"It's simple, Groot. You just need to trim these lawns a bit more, encourage the flowers in the garden to grow faster, and that'll complete today's task."
Hill tapped his personal terminal and pulled up the schedule for Groot, the Gardener, for the day.
"I am Groot!"
Groot took out a large pair of shears from a small satchel he carried with him and began to trim and refine the lawn.
Hill glanced in the direction Thor had disappeared, then at Groot who was working diligently, a very slight smile playing on his lips, before turning and walking into the White House.
"You've finally decided to come back?"
Betsy was in Thor's cabin watching replays of recent fighting matches when she glanced at Thor who had returned and said irritably.
"Ahem... I didn't go to beat up Emma Frost for you. I tortured her all night and all morning."
Thor said with a serious expression.
"Really? Did you hit her, or did you just let her have her way?"
Betsy rolled her eyes dramatically.
"If you're still not satisfied, I'll help you hit Emma Frost a few more times..."
"Tch... didn't we say yesterday we'd head to the Cassandra universe today to take her down? What are you waiting for? Let's go! This is a good opportunity for me to test out the new abilities you gave me."
Betsy rubbed her hands together, watching Thor with anticipation.
"Wait! You're going too? Didn't you say you weren't coming with me?"
Thor glanced at Betsy with suspicion.
"Ahem... The past is the past, the present is the present. I don't have anything to do here anyway. Oh, wait, Emma Frost is still in her room, right?"
"You should be here. What do you want?"
"Hehe... I'll be right back."
Betsy's psionic energy instantly condensed into a small hammer, and the next second, she vanished from her spot in a flash.
A minute later, she reappeared in the same spot, a look of smug satisfaction on her face.
Betsy rushed forward and hugged Thor, frantically urging, "Hurry, hurry! Thor! Open the portal! Otherwise, Emma Frost will come looking for us!"
"Ugh, you and Emma Frost are so funny! Okay, let's go!"
The glittering golden donuts instantly swallowed the two of them, leaving only the television still playing the fighting match.
rustling...
Less than a minute after the two disappeared, the sound of sand rubbing together echoed throughout the wooden house. Countless tiny diamond particles instantly coalesced into a figure— Emma Frost, who had just been pranked by Betsy.
At that moment, she was only wrapped in a bath towel, and she rushed over angrily, ready to teach Betsy a lesson.
However, the room was long gone, leaving only the clear sound of the host's narration.
Emma Frost didn't sense Betsy's presence. She looked towards the television screen, following the sound, and saw a tiny Betsy made of psionic energy making faces at her, eventually turning her backside towards her.
Click--!
A flying diamond blade instantly cleaved Betsy and the television in two, and Emma Frost's roar echoed throughout the house.
" Elizabeth Betsy Braddock----!"