American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 133 Return to DC! Divine Power Surges!
Howard Stark.

As a character trapped in the "new Marvel story," he was able to break free of the story's framework and, through a recording of Tony Stark, gain insight into the truth of the world.

This is something even gods like Odin couldn't accomplish. It must be said that the most talented member of the Stark family might not actually be Tony Stark, who was chosen by "fate."

"What exactly did Howard glimpse through his time machine?" Ian couldn't help but ask again, as sunlight streamed through the blinds and shone between him and his new teacher, Tony.

Hear the words.

The holographic projection of the new teacher, Tony, flickered slightly in the data stream, and a complex expression, almost human-like, appeared on his face, which was constructed by sophisticated algorithms.

“Just like I said before,” Digital Tony’s voice carried the calmness characteristic of electronic tones, “I don’t know exactly what kind of machine Howard built.”

“But his diary does record some of his discoveries.” As the new teacher Tony spoke, the projection switched, and a holographic image of a yellowed paper diary spread out in the air.

The hasty penmanship was so strong it seemed to penetrate the paper, and some pages were even stained with coffee.

They put a lot of effort into it and were very focused.

of course.

Ian could only sense the writer's emotions while writing, but he couldn't guess the writer's mental state at the time. He couldn't even recognize a single letter of the writing.

It is not encrypted text.

It's just that it's too sloppy.

“Hmm, Howard would be a good doctor; his handwriting is perfect for writing prescriptions.” Ian noticed a corner of a page that had been repeatedly folded, covered with countless exclamation marks in red pen.

Seeing that Ian could not decipher the handwriting.

New Tony spoke again, "He measured the limit of how long a universe can continue to exist and discovered that the actual length of time our universe has experienced does not match the length of time it should have experienced, with a large data error. This means that the scientifically determined history of the universe is not true."

Good guy.

Howard had indeed touched upon a little-known truth.

Ian looked amazed.

"So, the universe today is indeed still the only remaining doomsday universe, and the only thing that has changed is the fate of this universe?" He also understood the answer Howard had researched.

"Strictly speaking, what has changed is only the future of the past that you experienced. An extreme length of the universe has been artificially divided, and your Tony is stuck in that segment of the past that was cut off."

“And we, and everyone else, are in a future that has been carved out and whose history is being reordered.” The new Tony teacher corrected Ian’s speculation with a more rigorous statement.

Actually, the meanings are not much different.

"I see. It seems that the Infinity Stones, which have been hyped up to the skies, did not actually create a new universe. That makes sense, since all the gods and concepts were in a state of dimensional reduction at that time."

"Even if there really is a Nemesis representing the Infinity Stones, she must have already been reduced to a very weak form."

Ian’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. Combining his own understanding of the truth, he was able to verify that Howard Stark’s conclusion was actually more reasonable.

The universe has not restarted.

The Infinity Stones simply cut out a segment of the original universe from a 'future where nothing had ever happened,' and then wrote the current history on that blank space.

It's like tearing out the used parts of a notebook and rebinding it, leaving only the blank pages. Howard Stark, this brilliant scientist, noticed this rebinding trace, followed it to find the truth, and found the torn part.

nowadays.

What no one knows is how much of the future Howard Stark glimpsed, and why he was so determined to save his son, whom he should have never met.

"Is the limit of the universe that you just mentioned also related to the fact that my first teacher, Tony, could not return?" Ian's mind and brain were in a state of extreme activity at this moment.

He discovered a flaw in this explanation—if Tony truly existed in the past, then with the return of the last soul to the multiverse, Tony should have returned with that soul as well. Unless, for some reason, he and a portion of the remaining souls were unable to return.

Ian noticed the concept of "erased by the ultimate length of time" that the new Tony had mentioned before.

"With the progress of our history today, will the past be covered up?" He may be rough in many ways, but his insight into this area has always been quite keen.

In this regard.

A nod from the new stylist could be taken as approval.

"That's right, that's roughly it. In fact, according to scientifically measured history, our universe is still very young. But Howard discovered a different truth."

"Not only was the past false, but the future will be too."

The projection suddenly unfolded into a three-dimensional star map, with countless points of light forming a flowing river of time. At the end of the river, Ian saw an ever-expanding, fragmented darkness.

"As mentioned before, we are in the future of an old era, so the universe is actually nearing its end, but the written history is deceiving everyone."

"The reason why scientists cannot observe this is because someone keeps piecing together 'formatted blank pages' from the past into our future."

"This is how our time can continue to move forward safely—it's like constantly writing new data into a formatted hard drive to maintain the continuation of history."

The star map suddenly distorted.

It turned into a dizzying set of data models. Ian saw countless "blank" time fragments, stitched together like patches at the breaks in the river of time.

This was just an intuitive model presented by the new Tony teacher to make it easier for Ian to understand; he was clearly going overboard, as Ian's super brain had already figured things out for him.

He certainly understood what this force constantly piecing together the future behind the scenes was—Tony, the teacher trapped in the past, the figure carrying the burden for the entire multiverse.

Heroes never leave.

Tony Stark has always been there, using his immense power in a past unknown to anyone, to help fill the void in the future of a seemingly perfect universe.

It's hard to imagine that such a thing could be done.

What level of means and will is required?

That has become a true god.

But they belong to the kind of deities who are willing to wait for the ages of the universe.

"In other words, when the pieces of the past are not enough, my Tony teacher will format his own history and piece it into our universe's future?"

"The real reason why Teacher Tony can't be reincarnated is that his calculations show that no matter how fast I restart the multiverse, I can't do it before he's covered up?"

Ian reached out and touched the holographic images, his fingers tracing through fragments of virtual time. He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment, because he knew he certainly couldn't do such a thing.

Few people can do that.

Even Batman might not be able to.

That requires more than just the nobility of heroes.

There is also the unwavering will to endure endless years of solitude, ensuring that one is not swayed by this state. Ultimately, the giver will also know very well that their dedication is destined to be forgotten.

This is not a simple sacrifice.

This is true dedication.

In this regard.

Not only was Ian deeply affected, but the new Tony teacher also seemed to find it hard to understand. However, it was ultimately just strong artificial intelligence, and its ability to analyze human emotions had always been weak.

The new Tony teacher didn't let this kind of thing take up his computing power.

He heard what Ian said.

So he spoke up again to add to the discussion.

"That's only part of the reason. The main reason is that for the universe to be complete enough, someone needs to format the last part of the past and then piece it together at the end of our new universe."

"Howard has done related research. He speculated that only by patching things up in this way can a complete universe be pieced together and a special change of cosmic era be successfully completed."

"Someone has to do that for the main universe to be complete, and for the multiverse surrounding the main universe to begin to evolve—it's not just a matter of how fast you act."

"Without that invisible hand that discards the last piece of the past that contains its own existence, you cannot reopen the multiverse." It was unexpected that the situation was so unsolvable.

This truly made Ian gasp in shock.

"So, what does Howard plan to do? Can he resolve this paradox?" Ian's curiosity was stronger than ever before. He knew that Howard must have some method to devise this plan.

This guy's wisdom might be slightly more than "astounding wisdom."

To know.

Marvel is now a monolithic universe.

According to the new teacher, Tony.

Howard actually reached the level of the multiverse?
Even if it's just touching on the level of knowledge.

That's absolutely astonishingly awesome.

"Howard left behind many plans."

talking.

The new Tony teacher also gave a demonstration without reservation.

A holographic projection unfolded in the center of the Sanctuary, with countless documents cascading down like a waterfall. The dense text floated in the air, forming a dizzying ocean of information.

Every line of text, every punctuation mark, shimmers with a faint light, as if telling the story of a genius trapped in the last century, using the most primitive methods to conduct exhaustive deductions.

His brain is the best information processor—a person who knows nothing about the future, yet tries to exhaust all the possibilities of the future with his own wisdom.

Expand the document.

Line after line of text reveals just how far ahead of his time a man trapped by his era could be, as if he had considered every possible shaping of the world that a "chosen one" might need to do. Countless documents, with numerous additions and deletions in the revision log, seem like his children patching up the universe in the past.

Howard also wanted to piece together the plan himself.

To find the son who should have been mine.

That's not just a log.

It is also a father's declaration of war against fate—human beings will always persist in this way, which is perhaps something that Tony, who has now turned into AI, has forgotten.

No matter how unpredictable the future may be, hope will not disappear as long as there are people willing to fight for it.

Howard Stark, using pen and paper, in an era when even computers lacked the computing power, stubbornly attempted to find a path that computers could not calculate.

"There are too many words."

Ian stared at the densely packed documents.

He remained silent for a long time.

Only then did he speak softly.

“Just tell me directly—in this situation, what does Howard think I need to do most?” He seemed to understand why his father didn’t like using his super brain.

Super brains do indeed dislike information overload.

The legacy of a family.

This is happening to Ian right now.

He gave up thinking.

He decided to use his superpowers to carry out someone else's super plan. To be honest, Ian genuinely felt willing to do it to save Tony Stark.

He started from being weak.

It has become what it is today, at least on Earth, it is not weak.

During this period, I also received a lot of help from Tony Stark.

When Ian spoke directly, the new Tony teacher smiled slightly and closed all the documents.

"Heroes are the main theme you've been searching for, aren't they?"

His voice carried a hint of approval: "Only a universe with this kind of main theme can turn the impossible into possible. You are already on the right path."

As soon as these words came out.

Ian was slightly taken aback.

I probably have some understanding.

indeed.

Just like the "unscientific little world" he tried to build, only the Marvel Universe, full of heroism, can have true infinite possibilities when you shout "family" and "bonds" to unleash your power.

"So... that's why you made Obadiah a superhero too?" Ian's expression gradually turned strange as he recalled the giant iron ball rolling down the street earlier.

God knows if that iron ball is still rolling now.

"It's never wrong to try more things, which is why I'm running for president—a group that is above the law needs a backer who controls the law."

"This is more conducive to engraving the main theme of heroism into the background of the universe, making it the cornerstone of the universe, and then letting it shine with an invincible brilliance."

The new Tony hasn't become corrupted or developed ambitions; he's simply following Howard's instructions. It must be said, from Ian's perspective, his statement is indeed correct.

There is no S.H.I.E.L.D.

But there is an AI president.

It will be much easier to rediscover the main theme of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

"The only problem is how do I guide these people who should have become heroes back to the right path?" Ian looked at the three vegetable baskets in the room.

Doctor Strange is a man who enjoys making money through feudal superstition.

Thor, the God of Thunder, loves to cook.

Even Gwen, the only one who seems relatively normal, has a somewhat listless and颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it conveys a sense of listlessness, apathy, and apathy) feel about her, lacking sufficient willpower. This is even more true for Captain America, who is obsessed with his pension.

The mysterious power of a 50/50 split.

He only does it occasionally when he's really focused.

“Perhaps we should create some scripted plots to rekindle their fighting spirit… Believe me, I can write a great script.” After some thought, Ian offered his services.

"Heroes need to be tempered, they need some origin stories that inspire them, such as Doctor Strange: The Breakup Guru, Thor: The Amnesiac Bride, Captain America: The Marriage of a Rich Man, and Spider-Woman: The Substitute Lover!"

Ian felt his inspiration flow like a mighty river, endless and continuous—this was the ability a true professional writer should possess.

Replicating the original origin story is obviously impossible, but creating a targeted origin story is relatively simple. Ian has actually grasped the core of what the heroes should experience in each story, and he began to describe the details of the script incessantly.

however.

The new Tony teacher listened in silence for a while.

After a long time.

He looked at Ian with an indescribable expression.

“I admit there’s some truth to what you’re saying, but perhaps we don’t need to make it that complicated. You can think of them as special mental patients, and you just need to play the role of a psychiatrist for these superheroes.”

“They’re just sick because their souls have been trapped for too long, not because they’re in a prime-time drama,” the new Tony teacher said earnestly. His words did not disappoint or anger Ian.

Quite the opposite.

Ian's golden eyes even seemed to be shining.

"You want me to be the spiritual mentor of the Marvel Universe? Great, great, that's perfect. I'm an expert in treating mental illnesses, and I've always had a deep understanding of them."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask my parents if you have the chance. I'm really very skilled in this area." Ian is very confident about becoming a psychologist.

After all, he had experience healing himself.

Dr. Hannibal played virtually no role in it.

"..."

Looking at the inexplicably confident Ian, the new teacher Tony couldn't find a way to deal with him in his database, so he could only give a very professional smile.

"I didn't say I didn't believe it."

This pleased Ian greatly.

"What do you think about the figure that appeared in the sky this afternoon?" He was also very interested in the appearance of the Dark God Nar, and his question caused the holographic projection of the new Tony teacher to flicker in the air.

The new Tony teacher's brows furrowed slightly, composed of data streams.

“I don’t know what that is.” He paused for a moment, his voice as steady as ever, “but you seem to know a lot about it, so perhaps that figure is part of the universe.”

have to say.

In terms of reading between the lines.

AI does indeed seem to be much stronger than most people.

Seeing Ian nod.

Only then did the new Tony continue speaking.

"It's like the resurgence of evil we've encountered before; in your understanding of this universe, it's something that should exist in our universe..."

"They will eventually reappear."

The projection switched, and the enormous phantom that had appeared in the sky was re-simulated—the being sitting on the throne of bones, with terrifying flames burning in its empty eye sockets.

obviously.

It can be captured by a camera lens.

The Dark God Nal is definitely not just a figment of imagination.

“Hmm, I think I understand what’s going on.” Ian stroked his chin thoughtfully. “The integrity of the main universe? It must be complete enough to evolve into multiverse.”

"correct."

Digital Tony's projection nods.

The blue star stripes on the tie shimmered slightly.

Ian nodded in agreement.

Why are you nodding?

A rare hint of confusion crept into Digital Tony's electronic voice.

He had always struggled to decipher Ian's thought process, especially after Ian spoke, which made him realize his limitations as an artificial intelligence.

"I think this is great." Ian grinned, his mouth, covered by a mask, was exaggeratedly large, revealing perfectly white teeth, giving him a sunny, boyish charm.

"Sooner or later, I'll inscribe a dimensional demon god summoning array in my own mouth." His eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "I can't even imagine how blissful that kind of life would be!"

This is really heart-warming.

Ian's dream is to eat demons while lying down.

Hear the words.

The new Tony the hairstylist's holographic projection immediately went into silent mode.

He once again touched upon a blind spot in the database.

“If I’m not mistaken, you have five minutes left.” Digital Tony abruptly changed the subject; the artificial intelligence chose not to discuss areas it couldn’t understand.

"um, yes."

The time for his return was approaching, and Ian knew it. He seized the last moment to give Doctor Strange a little magic, and then emptied Doctor Strange's refrigerator.

"The Häagen-Dazs here tastes better than the ones back home; I guess they still have a conscience." As his strength increased, Ian also became more aware of his responsibilities and resolved never to take a single needle or thread from his believers for nothing.

He ate very comfortably.

Häagen-Dazs, sandwiches, Coke—he even ate frozen dumplings from the freezer compartment. There was nothing Ian couldn't eat, except for broccoli.

"Dang~"

Suddenly, the bells of return rang in Ian's ears.

The world seemed to freeze in time.

Ian's figure began to become transparent.

He seized the last moment to gulp down the last bottle of soda, wanting to burp, but because his physical condition was too strong, he missed out on this usual pleasant pleasure.

Some regrets.

However, he still disappeared silently from the spot.

The deathly silence lasted for a full three minutes.

"Finally safe?" The floor suddenly clicked, a loose tile was pushed open, and Nick Fury's bald head cautiously peeked out.

"Fuck you!" He looked around, a hint of annoyance in his expression. "Why didn't anyone remind me that this thing is the evil god worshipped in this godforsaken place?"

In this regard.

The new hairstylist, Tony, also turned to look at the bald-headed man.

“If you hadn’t been lazy and had gone to wipe that statue over there, you would have found that you didn’t need anyone to tell you this,” the new Tony teacher’s shadow pointed to a statue in the corner of the hall.

That's Ian.

However, the appearance of cheap concrete is difficult for people to distinguish.

Perhaps only artificial intelligence can effectively distinguish between them. "..."

Nick Fury hesitated, but ultimately said nothing. He knew he shouldn't talk back to his boss, because he had been a boss before, only to go bankrupt in recent years.

The more I think about it, the more melancholy I feel.

Nick Fury then changed the subject.

"I'm going to save these poor people in comas."

He nimbly crawled out of the tunnel and pulled out a metal box bearing the Hydra symbol. Inside, three oddly shaped small firearms were neatly arranged.

"I really miss the days when I was an undercover agent in Hydra, and then became the boss of Hydra." Fury skillfully loaded three guns and aimed them at Captain America, Doctor Strange, and Gwen Strange respectively.

The moment the trigger is pulled.

Three beams of blue electricity precisely struck the hearts of the three people.

"..."

"Hydra is giving out triple pensions! Long live Hydra!"

"The Supreme Master's Classroom is now open!"

……

The three heroes sprang up from the ground like springs. Captain America instinctively reached for his shield, Doctor Strange started drawing circles, and Gwen, speechless, clenched her wrist.

"Emergency equipment is never outdated."

Nick Fury put away the stun gun with satisfaction, looked up at the projection of Digital Tony, and said, "Tony, this thing is becoming increasingly rare, you'll have to give me a raise."

“If Howard were still here, he would never let you exploit me like this. We are very, very good friends.” Nick Fury tried to reason with the artificial intelligence.

He might be a little naive.

The projection from the new Tony teacher did not provide an answer.

I just smiled in response.

The virtual avatar then disappeared from the lobby.

No matter how much Nick Fury rushed forward and called out, he received no response—the artificial intelligence created by capitalists certainly didn't care about human relationships.

Not to mention that Howard also left instructions for Nick Fury.

"Come back here right now!"

Just as the bald-headed guy was shouting and yelling.

"My magic..." Doctor Strange looked at his trembling hands in surprise, "has increased by at least 15%? Could it be that I'm one of those dream wizards whose body can automatically cultivate magic while I'm unconscious?"

He was clearly still dreaming.

"I don't know anything about magic, I just feel really hungry and it's time to eat. You guys said you'd cover my meals." Captain America rubbed his rumbling stomach.

He still has a long way to go before he becomes a captain with a strong sense of responsibility.

"Speaking of food, where's Thor?"

Doctor Strange looked around.

“He went home a long time ago.” Gwen climbed out of the shopping basket and was wiping her ears with cotton; she had clearly been pretending to be unconscious for some time.

The only thing I didn't expect was that Nick Fury would use a stun gun to administer electroshock therapy.

The opponent is too fast.

She was too slow to react as her abilities weakened with each use.

"Without a cook, what will we do for dinner?" Captain America's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He looked at Doctor Strange with a pitiful look in his eyes.

perhaps.

This former hero has not had a proper meal in a long time since his resurrection.

"..."

Doctor Strange sighed and walked toward the refrigerator.

"I'll have to do it myself."

The moment he opened the door, his expression froze.

The refrigerator was completely empty; even the ice cube trays had been licked clean. The only thing left was a sticky note: "Thanks for the treat~ I'll stock up on more Häagen-Dazs next time~ by your dear evil god"

"Damn evil god!"

Strange's roar made the chandelier sway.

"He must be a rat in disguise!"

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought he had encountered some terrible disaster.

The voice was filled with deep sorrow.

Gwen and Captain America were both speechless.

"or."

Doctor Strange spoke with difficulty.

"Should we chip in and order takeout?"

He made the proposal.

Gwen's eyes widened immediately.

“I’m a student who earns my college tuition by delivering food! Do you remember? I delivered food for you.” Gwen was clearly extremely unhappy about having to pay for it.

Captain America was the most dissatisfied.

Captain America silently pulled out his wallet, inside which lay a lone, antique one-dollar bill, a gift from his former lover. He showed his wallet to everyone.

Do I look like someone who can afford takeout?

This is truly tragic.

Even Gwen felt sorry for Captain America.

"Your pension problem is definitely something Hydra is trying to sabotage you with. Tony said Hydra still has many important figures in government departments," Doctor Strange sighed.

Nick Fury silently picked up the bucket and prepared to make a run for it.

however.

at this time.

Three pairs of eyes turned to Nick Fury simultaneously.

Black Marinated Egg took two steps back.

“I’m no longer a Hydra! After the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency went bankrupt, I was discovered to be an undercover agent and was kicked out. Now I’m afraid to go out and run into my former subordinates who are trying to kill me.”

He blew himself up.

Done.

"I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now, I have things to do at home." While Captain America, with an incredibly interesting expression, went to get his shield, this guy also displayed agility beyond his years, nimbly darting back into the tunnel and slamming the floor tiles shut with a "bang".

“Strange, that old bastard Nick Fury ran away. I suspect he tipped off Hydra that I was buried under the iceberg… But none of that matters now. It seems he can no longer introduce me to Hydra and enjoy the high-paying benefits.”

"I just want to know what we're going to do for lunch?"

Captain America rubbed his rumbling stomach, his shield leaning against the wall. "We've been through a huge battle today; as usual, we should have a big meal."

He genuinely wanted to improve his meals.

Instead of eating the free food distributed by philanthropists and relief centers on the street every day—in fact, the fact that a World War II hero had fallen to the point of having to eat every day was probably the reason why Captain America was disheartened and gave up on life.

"Wait a minute, let me think of a way."

Doctor Strange, his face grave, strode to the window amidst the bewildered gazes of Gwen and Captain America, abruptly pushed open the stained-glass window, and shouted at the sky.

"Heimdall! I know you can hear me! Tell Thor to come back to Earth and cook! Don't expect anyone else to do his work!" The sky over New York was cloudless.

Doctor Strange's shouts didn't even startle a single bird.

He is the Supreme Master.

It all depends on your own self-cultivation.

They don't have much strength.

His identity is indeed quite awkward in the Nine Realms.

but.

Perseverance and tenacity are Doctor Strange's greatest strengths as the Sorcerer Supreme.

"Heimdall! Can you hear me? Bring Thor back right now! Dinner's ready!"

A gust of wind blew past the window.

No one responded.

Doctor Strange, still unwilling to give up, continued shouting, "Heimdall! Don't pretend you didn't hear me! I know you're watching the Nine Realms! I have a very, very powerful backer behind me now!"

He used magic to enhance his voice.

This made the guardian of Asgard feel as if the voice was a demonic whisper. He tried to ignore it, but the voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul, calling his name again and again.

It's like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone.

"Where did he learn all this magic from! And it even has musical echoes?" Heimdall sighed. He didn't want to pay attention, but now he could only helplessly turn his gaze towards the royal court.

Asgard has indeed encountered some trouble, and now, in that magnificent golden palace, Thor is vividly recounting his "heroic deeds."

It's roughly the story of him and Ian joining forces to face the incredibly evil Outer God, working together to wreak havoc.

"Then I raised Mjolnir high and shouted, 'For the glory of the Northern Gods!'" Thor gestured wildly, spraying beer foam all over Odin's face.

"That Outer God was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his hands!"

The one-eyed old man on the throne wiped the foam off his face.

They even nodded in agreement.

"As expected of my son."

Thor described it vividly, and Odin listened with great interest.

And at this time.

A crisp "snap" suddenly came from the corner, and a mature woman in a black haute couture suit and gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She crushed the crystal glass in her hand.

Thor was very unhappy that the other person had interrupted him.

but.

The black-haired, mature woman looked even more displeased.

"Do you think we haven't been paying attention to Midgard? It's clearly our 'teacher' who's been wreaking havoc, while you've been standing there like an idiot for minutes."

This statement came out.

Thor's laughter stopped abruptly.

The air solidified instantly.

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is a sharp knife.

"Father, can we throw this Midgardian out of the Golden Palace? Who is she? What right does she have to sit in my throne?" Thor, the God of Thunder, asked Odin, his voice filled with embarrassment and anger.

He clearly misunderstood because the other person was wearing Earth-themed clothing.

"This……"

A hint of helplessness flashed across Odin's single eye.

He was about to speak.

The mature woman stood up first.

She exuded a chilling and imposing aura.

"My name is Hela, you will remember this name."

The mature woman raised her hand and three emerald-like spikes appeared out of thin air, pinning Thor precisely to the golden pillar—one of them was only 0.01 centimeters away from his crotch.

"Save me! Father God! Save me!"

Thor was so frightened that his voice changed tone, his face turned pale, and he seemed to be stunned. He almost, just a little bit away, transformed from the crown prince into something else entirely.

Hear the words.

Odin did not take any action.

He simply sighed, leaning on the Spear of Eternity.

"Hela, don't bully your brother."

This is being spoken to a mature, older woman.

Hear the words.

Thor wasn't just speechless; his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

"Oh my god! Father God, you...you really did keep a wild woman outside!" It can only be said that he is indeed the God of Thunder, and his utilization rate of his god-level brain is almost zero.

This guy started to feel indignant on behalf of his mother.

Odin was utterly speechless.

He didn't know how to evaluate his son, but Hela knew that another sharp spike grazed Thor's ear and pierced the pillar, and Hela simply sneered at Odin.

"This is the successor you chose? He doesn't even understand what our teacher means to us?" Hela clearly looked down on Thor.

Between siblings.

This is true for most of them.

Faced with Hela's taunts, Thor was indeed struggling to process what was happening. It wasn't because Ian was taking over his mind; rather, it was because he himself wasn't very good at using his brain.

"Isn't it because Father God couldn't defeat that evil god that he had to endure humiliation and sacrifice me for the sake of Asgard, making me a hostage for that evil god?"

He did not complain.

His tone was filled with confusion.

after all.

Thor was very confident in his own insights, having read many books that kings were required to read—whether they were books from Asgard or recommended by bookstores on Earth.

Thor has dabbled in all of them.

He was well-read.

Naturally, he was very confident in his own views.

"And when did you become a hostage of the evil god... You're actually my half-sibling?" Thor tried to discern any trace of family on Hela's cold face.

He remained pinned to the pillar, not even considering pulling out his hammer.

"hehe."

Hela didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, just gave a cold laugh, and continued to draw something on the parchment scroll. Dark green energy flowed from her fingertips, drawing a self-moving R-rated comic.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Odin's single eye. He gripped the Spear of Eternity tighter and coughed lightly. "Your brother, Thor, has extraordinary potential... the very kind of extraordinary."

This is an attempt to save face.

They never mentioned Thor's wisdom.

“Extraordinary?” Hela scoffed, her pen pausing slightly. “This guy is too weak.”

She looked up.

His eerie green eyes stared directly at Odin. "I will watch Asgard be led to its downfall by him. Do you think someone with his mind and strength can handle what happened today?"

"Those frost giants are already stirring; they've decided you're nearing the end of your life!" This was originally Hela's mockery of Odin, but Thor reacted the most strongly.

"old age?"

Thor struggled violently, nearly slashing his thigh with the spikes, but he managed to pull himself off the pillar. Once on the ground, he didn't care about his disheveled appearance and looked anxiously at Odin.

"Are you going to die?!"

Thor seemed unwilling to accept this.

Panic and tension.

Her emotional intelligence is a bit low.

"..." Odin somewhat regretted stopping Hela from bullying Thor. The only comforting thing was that Thor looked panicked and genuinely cared about him.

He didn't seem to care about the throne at all.

“Perhaps it was before,” Odin said slowly.

"What do you mean?" Thor asked, bewildered.

Hela scoffed again, sat back down, and continued sketching on the parchment.

Odin glanced at her, then turned his gaze to Thor, and after a moment of silence, carefully considered his words again, "You have found a new path for me."

This statement was, of course, beyond Thor's comprehension.

He doesn't like riddle tellers.

But Odin was a seasoned riddler. Before Thor could react, Odin suddenly raised the Spear of Eternity, his voice booming like thunder throughout the Golden Palace.

"More sublime than the starry sky."

"【More ancient than the universe.】"

"[Ian, the Emperor of All Laws, who wields hidden authority.]"

Thor's face turned deathly pale: "Father?! What are you doing?!"

Odin ignored him and continued reciting his lengthy pledge of allegiance: "[You are the weaver of magic.]"

"【You are a witness to history, the ultimate interpreter of the Marvel Code, where order and chaos intertwine in your hands…】" The ten-thousand-word oath sounded incredibly long.

With Odin's oath.

A certain force is being triggered.

It condenses in the air to form intricate imprints.

It slowly imprinted itself onto his body and soul. Odin did not resist; he knew he could not resist it anyway, so he accepted this change with a calm expression.

“No! You absolutely cannot do this! Asgard needs you! Asgard cannot submit to…” Thor tried to approach, but was stopped by Hela, who was not surprised at all.

"Get out of the way!"

Thor was anxious.

His body began to crackle with electricity.

And at this time.

Odin suddenly let out a muffled groan.

The marks on his body and soul began to crumble, turning into specks of golden light and dissipating. At the same time, the divine power within his body visibly and rapidly declined.

The light of the Eternal Spear also dimmed somewhat.

It is clear.

This was Odin's immediate breach of contract, and he directly paid the price for it, which was half of his divine power, plus the 40% of divine power that his divine body would naturally grow in the future.

Thor was stunned.

I have absolutely no idea what Odin is doing.

“Now, it is time for the tribes that started this war to pay the price.” Odin slowly raised his head, and although his divine power was waning, his single eye was sharper than ever before.

Like that conqueror in his youth.

Returning once again.

(End of this chapter)