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

Chapter 179 Ruler of the Nine Realms! A Famous Scene Reappears!

Above the post-apocalyptic ruins, the wind swirls ashes, which fall like snow. Collapsed skyscrapers resemble the wreckage of a colossal beast, and rusted cars tumble across the cracked streets.

In the distance, the zombies who failed to receive "Ian's treatment" still wandered aimlessly through the streets, far less than their colleagues who had left work early because Ian had killed them.

The wind swirled past, carrying charred scraps of paper and ashes. Ian stood before Morgan, hands on his hips, a serious expression on his face, trying to correct her "misconception."

“Morgan, since you call me Uncle Ian, I have to teach you a cruel truth—your wicked father must have implanted false memories in you, making you mistakenly believe that you had the honor of knowing me. Of course, in all the worlds, billions of girls have had such a beautiful dream.”

"Actually, you can't really blame your father for wanting his daughter to succeed." Ian was stating his own words, his logically consistent way of thinking always being his strength.

That's why the tone of certainty in the second half of the statement wasn't a question of whether Ian himself would believe it, but rather the kind of confidence that Ian firmly believed he could make others believe it as well.

"what?"

Morgan Stark stood beside the wreckage of the fighter jet, her helmet folded up, her chestnut curls swaying gently in the wind. She tilted her head as she looked at Ian's "my words are the truth of the universe" expression.

Those big, caramel-colored eyes, just like Tony's, were blinking brightly.

"In conclusion, all that talk about me begging on live stream is Tony Stark's scheme!" Ian said decisively, as if announcing a universal truth.

“Uncle Ian, your current behavior makes me wonder if you’ve been stealing oil from my dad’s armor again?” Morgan’s expression changed from confusion to barely suppressed laughter.

"I don't!"

Ian was furious.

"Engine oil and gasoline both taste awful and have no nutritional value; only cybernetic people would drink them—of course, tractor exhaust is alright, it's more nutritious than car exhaust."

"The seasoning is also good."

Ian thought of some of his traditional upgrade methods, so he couldn't help but offer some divergent thinking comments. His rich experience tilted the scales in everyone's minds.

“I think the person she’s talking about who’s been drinking engine oil is definitely you, no doubt about it!” Gwen covered her forehead, her tone resolute. She was certain that Morgan had met Ian.

Otherwise, as a normal person, Morgan would never have imagined that Ian would have such an abstract approach.

There was silence.

Captain America, clutching his backside, whispered to Thor.

"Having drunk engine oil and tasted exhaust fumes, that evil god, was his brain nailed by the Eternal Spear?" Secretly gossiping about one's superiors might also be a tradition among World War II veterans.

“Maybe more than that, he might have even chewed up his own brain.” Thor nodded in agreement. Both of them spoke in hushed tones, sharing a bad habit of gossiping about others behind their backs.

“My dad would never do that to me… Uncle Ian, are you sure you’re not just confused from just waking up?” Morgan Stark, perhaps aware of the fact that all the souls in the Marvel Universe had fallen into a deep sleep, looked at Ian, who was somewhat different from the one in her memories, with a slightly suspicious expression.

"What chaos? Even if you scalded my brain with boiling water, it wouldn't be confused in the slightest. It's also bulletproof, you know? A genuine super brain."

Ian only regretted that he couldn't demonstrate from the spot.

“We really do know each other, and my dad didn’t have time for me, but you often paid to spend time with me… I remember that very clearly too.” Morgan sighed, as if addressing a fussy child. She reached into the armor’s storage compartment and rummaged around for a moment, then—pulled out something that made Ian’s pupils dilate instantly.

I saw.

“What about this?”

Morgan Stark shook the toy in his hand.

"You should recognize him, shouldn't you?"

She took out a toy. Every child has a toy they love dearly and cherish, a toy they can't bear to throw away even if it looks a bit worn out.

"!!!"

Ian's breathing stopped.

That's a... Batman figurine with 108 abs.

Not only that.

This Batman is a bald man with only three stubborn hairs, wearing a detachable wig on his head, and holding a mini version of Superman Clark as his weapon.

Superman was designed as a dart thrower.

The design style was extremely distinctive. Such a creative design, Ian wanted to claim it for himself at first glance, unwilling to admit that Tony Stark also possessed such talent. He began to waver, somewhat doubtful, and couldn't help but consider the possibility that the design might truly have originated from himself.

Behind this somewhat absurd possibility may lie the hidden meaning behind why one of his cheat codes is the ability to travel to the Marvel Universe in the middle of the night.

It's no wonder that Ian's attitude changed so quickly, like he was on his period.

He had intended to continue with his "Tony's conspiracy theory," but the scene before him was too shocking, too creative. He had to admit that this pinnacle of aesthetic design was something no ordinary person could conceive of.

To be able to make Batman bald, to make him walk confidently with Superman's support, and even to have the words "Ian's Apostle" engraved on his chest... this is no longer a figurine but art.

It is art of the level of an evil god.

Aside from the evil god himself, few people could appreciate such a level of artistry.

"However, I still can't possibly be begging on the streets!" This was the statement Ian least wanted to believe. How could someone as smart as him be reduced to begging?
and.

If you were to travel back in time to the past of the Marvel Universe and try to change something, the fastest way to get rich wouldn't just be by stealing Tony Stark's underwear.

of course.

Another possibility is that he is in the script of "The Return of the Immortal Emperor," where he was once very powerful in the Marvel Universe but was framed by villains and ended up in the DC Universe.

This situation was also something Ian felt was too melodramatic; he didn't believe that such an ordinary story would happen to a stunningly handsome man like himself.

His resentment was completely undisguised, which Morgan Stark noticed.

"Nick Fury didn't understand this problem either—why do you have such great skills, yet you insist on saying 'Brothers, I got my food again' three times a day in front of the live broadcast camera."

Morgan Stark mimicked Ian's tone perfectly, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has invested a lot of resources in this investigation; he even suspects you're broadcasting to people from another world."

"However, he later discovered the truth..."

She paused.

"You seem to really enjoy begging."

Then, suppressing a laugh, he revealed the so-called truth. These were all stories Morgan Stark's mother, Pepper Potts, had told her; Ian's stories made up more than half of the three thousand bedtime stories.

"Me, the esteemed Lord Ian, enjoying begging?"

Ian didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.

Morgan shrugged and explained again, "You said you initially wanted to 'follow in the footsteps of your predecessors,' but then you found it too tiring, so you just stole my dad's underwear."

That's very much in Ian's way of thinking.

"You know what, this is something Ian would actually do!" Thor spat out a mouthful of beer, then deliberately emphasized the title "Ian."

Everyone present expressed their approval.

"Shut up! You Asgardian beer god!" Ian glared at him angrily, and Thor immediately shrank back, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Something's not right!

Ian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He stared at Morgan, trying to find a trace of lying in her expression, but the girl's open eyes made him uneasy.

“Something is definitely not right.” Gwen was also thinking, and unusually agreed with Ian’s opinion. “Morgan, if this really happened before the universe reboot, why do I have no memory of it at all? I remember a lot of things before the reboot, but what you’re talking about… I really have no recollection of it at all.”

Hear the words.

Morgan blinked.

"Perhaps it's because you weren't there at the time?"

She looked at Gwen, whom she clearly didn't remember having superpowers.

"impossible."

Gwen shook her head firmly. "I've had a lot of contact with Tony Stark, and I know he has a daughter, but there's never been an Ian Kent in your story."

obviously.

The two people's memories are contradictory, so one of them must be wrong. It's just unknown whether Morgan's memory is wrong or Gwen's memory is strange.

"How would I know? That's what my dad told me anyway. Actually, in my memory, you should have died a long time ago from an accidental fall."

Morgan shrugged, indicating his helplessness.

This explanation was, of course, not accepted by Gwen.

Are you sure your memory hasn't been tampered with?

Gwen narrowed her eyes, a flicker in them, not just because of Morgan's "curse," but also because Morgan's words reminded her of the psychological manipulation Ian had used on her more than once. Things like, "Throughout the universe, only I, Ian Kent, can catch you in time without breaking your spine."

"I'm sure."

Morgan did not hesitate to refute her.

“I remember very clearly Uncle Ian, who was always active in various major events in New York. He even made specimens of Thanos and Thanos’s army and hung them in space.”

"He called it the Thanos Forest Deterrence, even more effective than the Dark Forest Deterrence. That very night, he stole the cheeseburger I'd left for my dad in the fridge, which made my dad so angry that he chased him for three blocks in his Anti-Ian armor." Morgan didn't tell his mother's story this time, but instead shared his own personal experience.

"Thanos? Is that the guy who sells medicine?"

Thor and Captain America were both somewhat surprised, wondering why Ian, who had been having a pleasant conversation with Thanos, would hang Thanos in the universe before the universe reboot.

“He didn’t just sell medicine before, though my memory of that is a bit hazy,” Gwen Stacy said, frowning, but still making sure to answer her teammate’s question.

I still think there's something wrong with you.

Gwen looked at Morgan again.

"Perhaps the problem lies with you."

Morgan immediately refuted this.

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and two women make up two-thirds of the drama. Morgan insists that her memories have not been tampered with, and Gwen is equally insistent on this point.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to back down.

"You two can argue all you want. Call me when you're about to tear each other apart. I need to discuss this with my super brain first." Ian waved his hand, turned and walked to the side, plopped down on the broken concrete block, and rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought—he did indeed feel that the situation was very strange.

"When in doubt, quantum mechanics. Perhaps they are in different quantum states?" Ian stared at the ground, his mind racing, and some terms that he himself couldn't understand popped into his head.

Gwen's amnesia is also strange. She clearly remembers many things from before the reboot, yet she has no recollection of what Morgan said. The conflict between Morgan's and Gwen's memories indicates that at least one of their memories has been altered. Morgan's descriptions of the details are far too specific, even including those outrageous things only he would do… If it's fabricated, it's far too precise. This girl hadn't seen Ian before today.

Tony Stark's personality assessment of Ian couldn't possibly be that accurate, considering that Ian rarely lets loose in front of Tony Stark.

After all, he was still a bit reserved at the time, and was just an ordinary person who had debuted as a superhero.

Unless Morgan's memories come from another timeline, and Gwen's memories are a deliberately modified version. But who would do such a thing? Tony Stark? Nick Fury? Or... Ian himself? The more Ian thought about it, the more his super brain felt overloaded, and he couldn't help but take out a few steel blocks and start chewing on them.

This helps with thinking.

Just when Ian was unusually using his brain.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a gasp.

"Ian! Watch out!"

Gwen's new Spider-Sense suddenly went off, and she abruptly turned her head to look in Thor's direction.

"Father?! No! Not father!"

Thor also noticed something was wrong. He turned around and his expression changed drastically—Odin, whom he had forgotten on the ground, had opened his eyes at some point.

Odin, or rather, Loki, who was possessing Odin's body, slowly sat up, a cold light flashing in his single eye. He scanned his surroundings, his gaze finally settling on Ian, who was closest to him.

The next second, his figure suddenly disappeared!

"Whoosh—!"

Ian continued to prop his chin up with one hand, adopting a thinker's posture to encourage his brain to work, while, without him noticing, a sharp dagger was already pressed against his throat.

"do not move."

Odin's deep voice echoed in Ian's ear.

"Don't move!"

Loki, now possessing Odin's body, pressed a dagger against Ian's neck, a cunning glint in his single eye. "Otherwise, I'll rip this poor wretch's head off!"

This statement came out.

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

In the entire ruined city, the air was so quiet you could hear the crunch of Morgan eating potato chips. Captain America coughed tactically, silently turning his face away to avoid getting Odin's blood splattered on him.

He's from Earth, so who knows if Odin's blood is corrosive? Gwen started looking down at her toes, but unfortunately, she couldn't see them; after all, having too much wealth can be a problem.

Thor gritted his teeth, but his face showed more annoyance than worry—everyone was looking at the hijacking with a strange attitude.

“Wow.” Ian snapped out of his daze and blinked. “This atmosphere is chilling.”

Finding no reaction as expected, Loki's smirk froze on his face. He looked around and, realizing no one cared about Ian's life or death, flew into a rage.

"Looks like you're less popular than I thought, Earthling." Loki, now in Odin's body, mocked Ian, who was also quite surprised.

No one made a move.

Nobody was nervous.

Not even... did anyone frown.

Everyone just stared at Loki with strange expressions, as if they were looking at a child in kindergarten who was snatching a toy and threatening to cry. Loki realized this and felt disrespected.

"You think I won't do it? I really will!" He sneered, pressing the tip of his knife down slightly, trying to enhance his ruthless image with a fierce and menacing look.

“Uh, about this…” Ian tilted his head and suddenly asked, “You really don’t recognize me?”

"You mere humans of Earth, a lowly species like ants, do you even deserve to be remembered by me?" Loki raised his chin contemptuously, a cold light flashing in the single eye that originally belonged to Odin.

He lacked only wisdom. No sooner had he spoken than he noticed that everyone's gaze towards him had changed—it was a strange look, a mixture of pity and amusement.

"Why didn't you kidnap someone else? Why, why did you kidnap him?" Thor even covered his face in pain, his shoulders trembling suspiciously.

“I’m serious!” Loki’s beard trembled with rage. “Believe me or not, I’ll slit his throat right now!”

“Please do as you wish.” Thor gestured for him to proceed, his tone tinged with eagerness. “Do you need me to help you hold him down, Frost Giant King?”

His words were like igniting a powder keg.

"You—!" Loki thrust his dagger forcefully, attempting to slash a white mark on Ian's neck, but nothing happened, and Ian didn't even notice it.

Loki was busy viciously threatening Thor.

"So you think I wouldn't dare?" Just as Loki spoke, Captain America thoughtfully walked to the unconscious Loki's body, squatted down, and patted his pale face.

"Perhaps we can use this to negotiate?"

He did have some tactical awareness; Loki's expression instantly froze.

“Ha, laughable.” He raised his head, trying to appear calm. “You think I care about this weak body? With Odin’s body, I can do anything!” As he spoke, Loki suddenly tightened his grip on his wrist, slashing the dagger toward Ian’s carotid artery—he was about to deliver a fatal blow to Ian’s neck to prove he wasn’t just joking.

this moment.

Thor was terrified.

"do not want!"

Thor suddenly roared.

"Hahaha, I knew you were just pretending to be calm. You've always been very..." Loki was about to say that it was too late to beg for mercy, but he realized that Thor didn't seem to be talking to him. Before he could react, Ian had already bitten down on his wrist along with the knife.

"Crunch!"

The sickening chewing sound interrupted Loki's threat.

"What the hell!"

Loki stared blankly down at Ian, who was holding his wrist in his mouth. The dagger had already been chewed up and swallowed by the other man, and Odin's golden blood was slowly flowing down the corner of his mouth.

[Entropy Annihilation Lord Experience Points +133]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2000]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2000]

[Savage Tyrant Experience Points +2000]

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[You've leveled up! Gained 1 job skill point, improved attributes, and a slight increase in world recognition.]

【Savage Tyrant lv12 [1433/20480]】

When it comes to nourishing the body...

Compared to divine blood, all other tonics seem inferior.

All I can say is that Odin's body is tough. Ian used all his strength to bite off the wrist. Since he doesn't eat people, he still spat the wrist onto the ground.

Ian frowned, and with a "pui" sound, spat Odin's wrist onto the ground, the golden divine blood starkly contrasting against the scorched earth.

"Oh no! My father's right hand!" Thor cried out as he rushed forward, knelt on the ground, and trembled as he held up the severed hand, looking as if he were experiencing a nightmare.

“Calm down, Thor, Thor, I have some super glue.” Ian waved his hand. “Odin can still use you if you reattach him. You Asgardians have great regenerative abilities.”

His words of comfort did not have a good effect.

On the other side, Loki, now possessing Odin's body, staggered backward, his single eye filled with disbelief. He looked down at his bare wrist, from which golden blood gushed. The blood dripped onto the ground, causing it to sink deeper and deeper, as if each drop was a weight the earth could not bear.

"This is impossible..."

Loki's voice trembled, "How could you possibly harm Odin's body? His body is harder than Uru metal, more stable than a neutron star—"

In matters concerning the evil god, he had clearly stumbled upon areas where his knowledge was lacking.

“Hmm… the blood of a god, it tastes quite unique.” Ian stared at his bleeding wrist, his eyes gradually becoming excited. He licked the remaining golden blood from the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile that sent chills down Loki’s spine—of course, in Ian’s own eyes, his smile was that of a sunny and handsome young man.

Loki just doesn't like that kind of thing.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Loki staggered back three steps, his face turning deathly pale.

"What are you doing?" Ian tilted his head, then suddenly pulled a plastic bag with "Angel King's Smile" printed on it from his pocket. "I'm just bandaging you up, of course."

Before Loki could react...

Ian had already appeared in front of him in an instant, and with lightning speed, he put the plastic bag over his severed wrist, even tying a bow for him.

“Alright,” Ian nodded in satisfaction, “that way you won’t lose too much blood.”

Loki: "..."

Thor: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Just as Loki was about to instinctively say thank you...

"Oh, by the way, did you know the consequences of threatening the evil god?"

At this moment, Ian suddenly spoke up, as if settling scores. He grabbed Loki by the collar, swung him up, and slammed him to the ground like a broken sack!
"Bang--!!!"

The earth cracked, and the shockwave overturned ruins within a radius of tens of kilometers. Morgan and Gwen could only hurriedly jump onto the tank, dragging the injured Captain America to safety in the distance.

Thor protected Loki's body, mainly to protect his soul, as he watched Ian seem to want to use the Spear of Eternity to kill his father's body.

This truly filial son immediately took the Eternal Spear and ran off into the distance.

"No!! Damn it! How could you... You're just a human and..." Before Loki could recover from the dizziness, Ian grabbed his leg and swung him around, smashing him to the other side.

"boom!!"

"This time, it's on behalf of the New York citizens you've fooled!"

"Bang!!"

"This time, it's for Thor, whose kidney you stabbed!"

"BOOM—!!"

"This time, it's purely because I don't like you!"

Ian unilaterally and brutally defeated Loki, who couldn't even use Odin's power.

"I never did those things!"

Loki was dazed and confused, and every now and then Ian would punch him right in the face. Odin's majestic face was now bruised and swollen, and his magnificent armor was shattered into a beggar's outfit.

"Oh, that's not important."

Ian's response made Loki want to vomit blood.

He struggled to get up, but Ian stepped on his chest.

"That's it?"

Ian looked down at him.

He chuckled.

"Possessed Odin? That's all there is to it."

Loki spat out a mouthful of golden blood, gritting his teeth: "You...you monster..."

“Thanks for the compliment.” Ian grinned, then suddenly bent down and grabbed his ankle. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”

"What—Aaaaaaah!!"

Ian, carrying Loki, soared into the sky, instantly breaking through the atmosphere! The frigid vacuum of space could not stop them; Ian, holding Loki, spun wildly through space like a flail!

"boom!!!"

An innocent star was shattered by the impact, and a magnificent nebula exploded, like a grand fireworks display.

"Come again!"

"boom!"

“Boom—!”

After crashing into seven planets and three stars, Ian finally changed direction and swooped down towards Earth!

"Ian's Flow - Heaven and Earth Return -!!"

"Whoosh—Boom—!!!"

They crashed back to the ground like meteorites.

The shockwave whipped up a mushroom cloud a kilometer high. When the dust settled, Ian was seen kneeling in the center of the crater, holding the half-dead Loki in his hand.

Odin's body was now a gruesome sight—his armor was shattered, his beard was charred black, and even his single eye had turned into the shape of a mosquito coil. Loki's soul had been nearly ripped from his body by the impact.

“After all, it’s the body of my former believer, so I can’t really do anything strange. Now, who can tell me how we should deal with the cunning soul hidden in the body of my former believer?” Ian released his grip, letting him slump on the ground like a rag doll, and turned to walk towards the dumbfounded crowd.

Loki was left aside by Ian, who attempted to use the combined brain to find a win-win solution that could extract Loki's soul and make himself a bowl of prank soup.

At this moment.

Odin's body was in a sorry state—although it wasn't shattered, only his wrist was missing. Loki lay motionless on the ground, clearly dazed and confused by Ian's "Heaven and Earth Reversal".

“Uncle Ian, you can just pull his soul out!” Morgan strode up to Ian, his armor still on, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"How do you pull it out? Do you have the tools?"

Ian immediately looked at Morgan, not bothering to dwell on the way he addressed him.

“Your hands are the best tools. You just need to do this—” Morgan gestured with his hands in the air, his movements as fluid as if he were conducting a symphony.

"And then like that."

She crossed her arms and pulled them outwards sharply, as if tearing open an invisible crack.

"Finally."

She clasped her hands together and then clenched them tightly.

"Just pull his soul out like a USB drive." It has to be said that Morgan, as a descendant of a scientist family, used a very scientific approach to his description.

however.

This series of gestures, also reminiscent of Picasso's abstract style, seemed to explain a lot, but in reality, it failed to give Ian even the slightest understanding.

This certainly isn't because Ian lacks comprehension.

Even Ian's super brain felt that the other party's demonstration was too much of a postmodern art.

"..."

Ian felt like he had failed his studies.

Even Ian, known for his wisdom, was completely bewildered by this overly abstract "teaching." He opened his mouth, about to complain, when suddenly—Loki, who had taken over Odin's body, caught his breath.

"You think you've already defeated me?!"

Loki's voice suddenly rang out, filled with long-suppressed anger.

Everyone turned around and saw him swaying as he stood up. Although Odin's body was broken and battered, a cold fighting spirit burned in his single eye.

"I'm using Odin's body now!"

Loki grinned maliciously, raising his severed hand, golden blood still dripping, but he didn't care. "You fools probably don't know, but this also means I can use his power!"

His severed wrist suddenly rose.

It burst forth with dazzling golden light, shooting straight into the sky!
"Don't forget—" Loki's voice, choked with rage and fueled by the divine power surging within Odin, grew deep and resonant, "this little world is located in the cracks between the Nine Realms!"

The words fell.

"boom--!!!"

The sky exploded!

A dazzling beam of seven-colored light pierced the sky—the Rainbow Bridge had arrived!
He activated the Rainbow Bridge using the supreme privileges of Asgard.

A seven-colored beam of light pierced through the clouds, connecting to an unknown dimension. On the bridge, countless tall, pale giants clad in ice armor strode heavily from the other end.

"Oh no!" Thor's face changed drastically. "He's calling for reinforcements!"

The next second, countless towering figures emerged from the radiance of the rainbow bridge—Frost Giants! Their skin was as blue as ice, and their eyes burned with a cold fighting spirit.

With each step these ancient beings took, thick frost formed on the ground. These frost giants had ferocious heads, sharp teeth, and their bodies were covered with crisscrossing runes.

The power of extreme cold frost flows within these runes. It is with this ancient runic power that they have driven the ice and fought against the warriors and gods of Asgard for countless centuries.

At this moment.

The frost giant legion descended upon this small world. The leading frost giant knelt on one knee, respectfully presenting a box radiating extreme cold to Loki, who had taken over Odin's body.

"Your Majesty, your sacred artifact."

The frost giant spoke with great respect, showing that Loki held considerable prestige among the frost giants. This Loki, who had never been picked up by Odin, had climbed to the top of his race through his own abilities.

Putting aside the fact that he always gets beaten badly, he is indeed a capable person.

"Even Hela couldn't withstand absolute cold, and neither can you!" Loki laughed wildly as he took the Ice Box. He held it high, and Odin's divine power poured into it like a torrent.

In an instant, a terrifying chill erupted from him!
"Snap—!!"

Centered on Loki, terrifying frost spread rapidly, freezing the earth instantly and condensing the air into tiny ice crystals. The chill swept in like a monstrous wave, freezing everything in its path. The ground beneath Ian and the others instantly turned into smooth ice, even their breath freezing into frost.

"No!" Thor roared, and Mjolnir crackled with dazzling lightning in an attempt to ward off the icy tide. However, the lightning collided with the extreme cold and was frozen solid in mid-air.

It transformed into a lightning bolt as sculpted as ice.

Morgan's armor alarms flashed wildly.

[External temperature plummeted! Absolute zero approached!] At this moment, her nano armor quickly covered her entire body, but frost still formed at her joints at a visible speed.

"Damn it, what kind of power is this?" Gwen's spider senses were piercing to the extreme. She jumped back suddenly, only to find that the place where she had just been standing had been swallowed by ice.

Captain America struggled to raise his vibranium shield, but the shield was already covered with a thick layer of ice crystals—if it weren't for Morgan's rescue, Captain America might have returned to frozen mode.

In fact, the impact is not significant.

Seventy-year-old popsicles are very resistant to freezing.

"The Box of Ice... the sacred artifact of the Frost Giants... has finally returned to my hands."

"No one can withstand this power! This body... this power... this sacred artifact... will all help me reshape the Nine Realms! And you will become the first wave of souls to perish!"

Amidst the ruins, a cold wind howled.

Loki stood at the center of the frost storm, Odin's body appearing even more imposing under the protection of the Casket of Ice. His single eye was cold, and his voice was as piercing as winter.

The sky was frozen.

The clouds transformed into a thick ice sheet.

Countless ice spikes, like sharp swords, burst forth from the cracked ground, and terrifying cold air erupted from Loki's center, as if to devour Ian and the others, along with the entire small world.

(End of this chapter)