American Comics: The Matrix

Chapter 461 Why is there a stray dog?
Atlantis's attempt to seize the cube fragments failed.

AI Tony returned fuming.

Hawkeye and Amadeus Zhao were also in a sorry state, covered in the smell of fish, and they still didn't get the better of each other.

Enraged, Tony gulped down some engine oil and drunkenly cursed, "Is Namor some kind of idiot?"

"I practically kicked Steve's ass raw, and he fucking surrendered!"

Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment.

Tony cursed at everyone he met, and dragged T'Challa, who had also returned from Wakanda but brought back the Cube fragments, to complain bitterly.

Oh shit.

They're both kings, so why is there such a huge difference?!
Look at T'Challa!
"That's absolutely right, bro!"

"I think he's just drunk too much seawater and turned into a salted fish, a complete waste! He has no ability whatsoever!"

Regardless of how much he had to talk to convince himself, T'Challa immediately agreed.

The relationship between Atlantis and Wakanda is not good. Anyone who insults Atlantis and Namor is considered his half-brother!
Hawkeye, a little reserved, asked wearily, "How many pieces have we collected?"

"Including T'Challa's, two pieces."

"Only two pieces?"

He sighed, and then heard Scott say, "Don't worry, it seems Mr. Parker has invented some kind of machine that can detect the location of the cube fragments."

Scott's expression was slightly complicated, but no one noticed it behind his mask.

He was unaware that the people he was communicating with were actually created by Azmith, as were the ones on Steve's side.

He is currently suffering from the torment of his conscience.

“This kid is really capable!” Tony asked for the energy detection chart. “There are nine energy fluctuations in the cube fragment. Let me see, besides the places we’ve already been, there are five more. The next one is… the Wildlands.”

That's Marvel's version of Jurassic Park.

"Everyone, we've already secured two. We have an even greater advantage over the remaining five. We must be one step ahead of Hydra!"

He said loudly.

The others were also very excited.

Although they only won two in the first game, it was essentially a tie with Hydra.

They had an even greater advantage in the second half!
"Should we regroup the team?" Ai Tony asked. "Where are Bant and the others?"

“Mr. Parker said he had something else to do and needed to leave for a bit,” Scott recalled. “The others haven’t returned yet.”

"Something's wrong at this time?"

Tony had some doubts, but didn't think too much about it. Bant had already done a great job; the two pieces of debris that were successfully brought back were all thanks to their universe.

"Forget it, we can manage on our own."

He looked at the coordinates marked on the map.

You can't expect someone else to chew the food for you when they've already fed it to you.

He immediately redeployed the team.

Hawkeye asked, "Time is running out. How's Natasha doing? What about the others?"

Tony summarized the intelligence from all sides and said, "It's not convenient for Natasha to communicate, so we don't know the situation yet, but the others are ready."

"That's good." Hawkeye breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected that the only good news during this period would only appear after the world was on the verge of destruction.

"Then let's get started."

at the same time.

Washington, D.C.

Saul was completely drunk.

Because he allowed T'Challa to enter Wakanda, he was severely reprimanded by Steve upon his return.

Facing Hydra, he longed to unleash all his anger and resentment, but once he stood before the Hydra team, he was like a dog with a broken spine.

He was nothing but a disqualified man who couldn't even lift a hammer; what right did he have to question Steve Rogers?

He was so drunk that he looked no different from a homeless person on the street.

He was still muttering to himself, "Father of the Gods, I don't understand why Mjolnir approved of Steve. Maybe he's right, but I feel so tormented."

“Tell me, Father…”

He prayed softly, and in his sleepy eyes appeared a figure radiating divine light. Like a child, his eyes were filled with tears as he reached out his hands for mercy.

"Father……"

“I am not your father, Saul.”

Thor's gaze slowly focused.

The image of the strict but kind father has vanished, replaced by a well-proportioned teenager.

Bant Parker.

He naturally knew these people from another world.

“I was hoping Tony Stark would call me Dad, but he refused, while you did it on your own,” Bant laughed.

"How dare you insult my father!"

These mocking words enraged Thor. His stubble trembled with rage, and the bottle in his hand had somehow transformed into a black bear axe, crackling with lightning as it prepared to strike.

"boom!!!"

The bolts of lightning exploded, but were blocked by a pure white hand, unable to advance an inch.

With a mere wave of his hand, Bant effortlessly suppressed Thor's lightning power. His hand seemed to carry the weight of an entire star core, rendering Thor unable to lift his axe even an inch.

"This is... divine power?"

Thor was stunned.

It is not only divine power, but also the power of the Asgardian gods, the great power of the Allfather!
He couldn't believe it.

"who are you?"

“Me? Don’t you already know?” Bant’s eyes gleamed. “Bant Parker. Or you can call me—”

"Lord of the Nine Realms".

He chose the one that moved Thor the most from among many titles.

Moreover, his current state is not that of an Earthling. Rather, he is a "cosmic god" transformed from the Asgardian genes he once obtained from Thor.

His appearance remained unchanged, but the blood of Asgard flowed within the body of the cosmic god.

Furthermore, Bant himself is the king of the universe, the ruler of the nine realms, and the creator who personally planted the new World Tree. His divine power has surpassed Odin's, making him the true king of the gods and the father of all gods!

So it's perfectly fine for Thor to call him "Dad".

But... if you are the ruler of the Nine Realms, then who is Odin?
Is he a blind old man locked up in a nursing home?
"My father—"

“He’s fine, he’s just retired,” Bant said. “He should be having tea with another old bald man right now. By the way, your mother is fine, your brother is fine, and you have several older brothers and sisters who are all still alive.”

Thor:? ? ?
What place are you talking about?
Paradise?
He was completely drained of energy, especially after hearing Bant mention his mother, Frigga, whose death was the hardest thing for Saul to accept.

As for Loki...

This menace is still alive in his own universe.

"Then he must be very happy."

Thor said helplessly, as if the black bear axe in his hand had been cursed and slipped from his grasp.

“Not bad,” Bante nodded, continuing with his poignant words, “It means Odin personally crowned him as the King of Asgard, Loki cheered for him, Frigga baptized him, and he even married an Earth woman named Jane Foster…”

Every single word represented something that Thor, standing before him, would never have dared to dream of.

"Actually, I think he's pretty average, but still much better than you," Bant scoffed. "A walking corpse, a drunkard, an accomplice to evil..."

He bent down, pinched Saul's stubble-covered chin, and the pungent smell of alcohol hit him, making him wonder if the man in front of him was already rotting.

"Tell me, Saul Odinson, why have you fallen to this state?"

"me……"

Saul was like a bound prisoner, his mouth open in silent lamentation, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Look at yourself. How do you face your dead father? How do you face your comrades who fought alongside you and trusted you? How do you face your people? How do you face those who once loved and respected you, but died before your eyes!"

"I can't help it..."

Saul knelt down and burst into tears.

All those words could be summed up in one sentence: "I am just a disqualified person. The person Mjolnir approves of is Steve Rogers. He is the king, and I must obey him."

It's a hammer again.

(End of this chapter)