American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

"I have a friend who is a lot like you, Thor." Jon looked at him earnestly.

"How could that be?" Thor scoffed. "Jon, I am the God of Thunder, you know that."

"Thor?" Jon Snow shook his head. "Could you make it rain all over the world?"

"Of course not," Thor waved his hand. "One city at most."

“But my friend can,” Jon said. “His name is Vesa, and he can control the weather all over the earth, any weather.”

"Stop joking around." Thor patted him on the shoulder, but when he met Jon's gaze, he hesitated. "Bro... are you serious?"

"Seriously." Jon took a swig of his drink. "He once used the wind to blow poison dart frogs from one continent to another."

"Wow." Thor believed him now. "Then you have to introduce me to him."

"Thor," Jon said after a moment of silence, then whispered, "...He's dead."

"Huh?" Thor was taken aback, then immediately understood: "What kind of powerful enemy did you encounter? You defeated him, right?"

He wasn't stupid; he just used all his intelligence in battle.

When it comes to anything involving combat, his mind works faster than anyone else's, comparable to Einstein.

"Of course." Jon clenched his fist, a cold glint in his eyes. "I smashed that guy's head in."

"Impressive." Thor nodded emphatically. "You were able to kill someone who manipulates the global weather... and you took him down."

"I knew it, you're a true warrior."

"Alright, let's not talk about me anymore." Jon looked at Thor. "What about you? Tell me about yourself."

"Huh...me?"

"To be honest, when I think about it now, my life feels like a dream."

Thor's gaze deepened as he began to reminisce.

"It was a square that accommodated all Asgardians, and I walked up the steps one by one..."

"Everyone was watching me until I stood before the Father of the Gods."

His breathing quickened, and the alcohol brought forth a torrent of suppressed memories.

"He looked at me and said that Thor's hammer had been entrusted to me a long time ago; it is a weapon of destruction and a tool of construction."

"Just as he was about to announce me as his heir—" Thor slammed his fist on the table, "the Frost Giant burst in!"

His eyes were filled with anger.

Because that moment, which should have been the most important moment of his life, was ruined by the Frost Giant.

"Let me guess," Jon said, patting Thor on the shoulder reassuringly. "You'll just grab your hammer and storm Jotunheim."

"You'll get a scolding from your father when you get back."

"That's right." Thor took a big gulp of wine. "I'm starting to wonder if Father is getting senile."

"I think you should find an opportunity to have a serious talk with him."

"There's no chance anymore." Thor's voice turned somber. "There will never be a chance... I've been banished."

"At least you're better than me." Jon exhaled a puff of smoke.

"What do you mean?" Thor looked at him in confusion.

"At least your parents are somewhat normal. My father was always thinking about going to heaven, and my mother..." Jon shook his head, "She was a complete madwoman. You're very lucky."

"You two," a voice suddenly interrupted, "you've at least met your biological parents, haven't you?"

Jon turned to look at the person who had spoken.

"Don't stare at me like that." The man deftly flipped through the playing cards in his hand. "I was abandoned at the orphanage gate right after I was born."

"I don't even know what my parents look like."

"Really?" Jon raised an eyebrow. "Give this brother a beer, put it on my tab."

"Coming right away." The bartender nodded and quickly brought over a glass of frothy beer.

"Thank you, generous sir." The man took off his hat and bowed. "I am Remy LeBeau."

"Jon Yowick." After saying that, Jon pointed to the person next to him, "This is Thor Odinson."

"That's fantastic."

However, Jon's memory stopped there, and he couldn't remember anything after that.

Because he was completely drunk.

early morning

The sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains made Jon squint.

After a moment, he stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, muttering to himself:

"An unfamiliar ceiling."

"Of course it feels unfamiliar," Remy's voice came from the sofa. "Because this is my home."

"Sorry." Jon propped himself up, sat up, and looked around.

At first glance, it's just an ordinary little apartment; it's simple, but it has everything you need.

"Where is Thor?"

"You mean that brooding big guy by the door?" Remy gestured with his chin toward the door.

"He was secretly wiping away tears outside just now."

"Yeah?"

Jon staggered to the door, his head still foggy from the hangover.

As soon as you go out.

He saw Thor enveloped in a low-pressure atmosphere.

After thinking for a moment, Jon plopped down next to the blond, muscular man and asked:

"What happened?"

"Jon..." Thor looked up, tears still streaming down his face. "My father died because of me."

"Huh?" Jon instinctively touched his shoulder. "Is that so?"

His runes were still clearly visible on his shoulder, and their power had not diminished in the slightest.

What does this mean? It means that Odin, that old bastard, is perfectly fine.

It seems that Loki, the god of mischief, is playing tricks... and has deceived Thor.

Thinking of this, Jon decided to play along and said:

"So what are you planning to do now? Are you still planning to go back to Asgard?"

"There's no going back..." Thor's voice was hoarse. "I'm now permanently exiled."

"Looks like you'll be staying on Earth for a while." Jon stood up, then suddenly remembered something. "Oh, right, I know someone who might be able to help you."

"That's a black bacon, but you can't judge a book by its cover."

He pulled Fury's business card from his wallet, handed it to Thor, and said:

"Call this number if you encounter any trouble. I have to go now."

"Goodbye, Jon Yowick." Thor bowed slightly in farewell.

"goodbye."

Jon nodded, hailed a taxi, and left.

In the rearview mirror, Thor, who had been completely outmaneuvered by his younger brother, was still staring blankly at the business card.

After Jon left, Remy, with a toothpick dangling from his lips, strolled to the doorway, looked at Thor standing there dumbfounded, and said:

"Hey, big guy, what are your plans next?"

"Let's take it one step at a time," Thor said, scratching his blond hair. "But Jon gave me this..."

"A business card?" He waved the business card in his hand. "It says you can call me if you encounter any trouble."

"But what trouble could there be in Midgard?"

Thor flashed a sunny smile, his heart full of ambition, and turned to go out and explore.

Remy suddenly froze.

He then looked Thor up and down and asked a fatal question.

Do you have a cell phone?

"Huh?" Thor turned around, puzzled, and spread his hands.

"What is that? Is it a specialty food of Earth?"

"Good heavens!" Remy slapped his forehead, and toothpicks fell to the ground.

"Sigh." He took a deep breath. "Listen, Thor, I have a brilliant idea."

"Want to come work for me? The kind that includes room and board."

Thor stopped and glanced back and forth between Remy and the small apartment behind him.

His gaze lingered mainly on the small apartment, and after a moment's thought...

"make a deal!"

The moment their hands clasped together, both of them, harboring their own secret intentions, were secretly delighted.

Remy thought he had a free bodyguard.

Thor, on the other hand, was delighted to have found an Earth guide who provided food and lodging.

Both of them felt that Ying was numb.

At the same time, Jon suddenly sneezed in the taxi.

The runes on his shoulder were slightly warm.

"Achoo!" He rubbed his nose. "Did you spray any air freshener in your car, sir?"

"Huh? No, there isn't." The driver looked puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Jon turned around and looked back suspiciously.

I don't know why.

He always felt that there was a resentful eye staring at his back.

A moment later, he shook his head, banishing the eerie feeling from his mind.