Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 182 The Dark Elf Invasion

After the two left, the treatment room fell silent again.

Odin walked up to Li En, his tone scrutinizing: "Are you trying to interfere with the future?"

In the future he foresaw, his wife, Thor's mother, would soon die.

He knew about this, and so did his wife, Frigga.

But if one possessed the head of Helios, the sun god—capable of breaking illusions and illuminating darkness—the situation would be entirely different.

Li En scratched the back of his head, sighed softly, and then looked up at Odin's eyes again.

His expression was somewhat confused, and the confusion didn't seem feigned.

What does it mean to interfere with the future?

Odin narrowed his eyes and replied in a deep voice, "You can accurately foresee certain things that are about to happen."

So you deliberately chose those two items and handed over the power of the sun god to Jane Foster in advance.

Isn't this an attempt to proactively change the course of the future?

Li En raised the hand that was holding the Rebellious Enma, and the Reality Gem embedded in the blade was emitting an extremely faint dark red pulse.

He glanced at the sword that was still swaying between reality and illusion, then looked away and met Odin's gaze.

His tone was calm, as if he were stating something perfectly natural.

"I don't know what the future means to you Asgardians."

But for us Earthlings, the future is something that hasn't happened yet.

The future is not something to be followed, but something to be created.

The future is something we create with our own two hands, something we walk step by step.

Therefore, in our area, there has never been any concept of "interfering with the future".

We're simply trying to create the future we want, nothing more.

He just stared straight at Odin, the king of the gods.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Finally, Odin sighed.

He turned around and walked towards the door, his voice carrying a tone that was hard to tell whether it was weariness or envy: "Speaking of which, you Earthlings have always been like this."

Sometimes the commotion they cause is completely incomprehensible to us, but in the end, we have to admire them, even respect them.

He walked to the door, paused for a moment, and did not turn around.

"Then keep striving towards your ideal future, Earthling."

After saying that, he stepped out of the threshold, his single eye reflecting the magnificent golden corridors of the celestial palace, Li En's words echoing in his mind.

He has been carefully arranging everything in the present moment based on his foresight of the future.

Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Li En strolled casually through the gardens of Asgard.

The stone path underfoot was surrounded by clusters of unknown flowers on both sides, and the air was filled with a very faint, indescribable fragrance of grass and trees.

A beautiful figure dressed in golden armor walked out from the path beside him and stood to his side.

The newcomer was none other than Sif, the Asgardian warrior whom I had met once before on Earth.

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She gazed at the golden spires of the distant celestial palace, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke softly, "I heard that you Earthlings have developed a potion that can prolong life, is that true?"

Li En nodded calmly: "It's true. Currently, it can probably allow humans to live to around three hundred years old."

Of course, this is current data, and it's hard to say whether it can continue to rise in the future.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Sif standing beside him.

The other person had an inexplicable displeasure on their face, their lips were downturned, and their eyes were darting around, as if their secret had been seen through but they didn't want to admit it.

He could probably guess why.

This Asgardian warrior clearly had always been in love with Thor.

For so many years, she has always stayed by Thor's side as a "comrade-in-arms" and "comrade-in-arms," ​​never breaking the unspoken understanding between them.

Even though Thor went to Earth, met Jane Foster, and the two started a relationship openly, she didn't think it was a huge crisis.

After all, the human lifespan is only about a hundred years.

What is a hundred years to the Asgardians? It's over in the blink of an eye.

Jane Foster will grow old and die eventually, but she can wait.

When that day comes, she will still be able to stand beside Thor.

But now, Li En has created the Dragon Blood Potion on Earth, which has directly increased the overall lifespan of humanity by a significant margin.

What she didn't know was that the dragon blood potion, which could increase lifespan by three hundred years, could not yet be mass-produced.

However, judging from the current pace of research and development, mass production is probably not far off.

Sif caught a glimpse of Lee En's "I know everything" look out of the corner of her eye, and felt even more annoyed.

But she still maintained her respect for this Earthling.

Not only because he was Thor's ally, but also because she had personally witnessed how formidable he was on the battlefield.

She sighed, her voice softening considerably: "Am I stupid?"

Her gaze returned to the distance.

"I wouldn't say I'm stupid." Li En's tone was casual. "Everyone has their own way of dealing with relationships, and there's no right or wrong."

The reason we humans are willing to express our emotions directly is largely because we know our lifespans are inherently short.

He paused, then glanced at Sif.

"Why don't you think of it this way: what if you knew for sure that you would die tomorrow?"

Now would you still stand here admiring the view, letting Thor and Jane be all lovey-dovey in their room?

Sif's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Her pupils flickered slightly, as if she had actually gone through the entire hypothetical scenario in her mind.

After a moment, she looked up at the ever-shining sky of Asgard and said softly, "Even if I die tomorrow, I probably won't be able to rush in and tell him."

She lowered her head, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips.

"I don't have that kind of courage."

Li Enbing suddenly frowned, turned around, and pointed in a certain direction from the castle: "What place is that?"

Sif followed his gaze and casually replied, "It's a prison cell. Recently, the Nine Realms have been converging, and there are spacetime rifts everywhere. Asgard should have caught quite a few opportunists taking advantage of the chaos."

Li En's gaze settled on that area.

Through the layers of city walls, countless red dots appeared in his field of vision.

Those points of light were completely different from the red light emanating from the Asgardian female warrior beside him.

Interspersed within were wisps of extremely faint black, as if something was corroding them from the inside.

Something from the outside has intruded.

"How many guards are there usually over at the dungeon?" Li En suddenly asked.

Sif opened her mouth as if to say that Asgard's dungeons were certainly heavily guarded, but before she could finish speaking, she realized what she had said.

She abruptly raised her shield and dagger, and shouted sharply towards the corridor outside the garden, "All guards—follow me!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already rushed out.