I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 42 Abandoned Universe: Thanks to Ciri for the unrecyclable contaminants!

Ron nodded in satisfaction as he watched the S.H.I.E.L.D. duo engaging in their intimate conversation.

Nick Fury is one thing, his skin color already proves his innate cotton-picking physique. But Coulson, look at the force and angle of that whip strike, his ancestors probably had Southern blood, possessing an innate slave-owner physique and a Primordial Whip-Slapping Dao Embryo.

Here, "hunyuan" refers to swinging the whip in a wide arc.

Alas~ Hopefully, these memories won't affect their friendship as colleagues when they wake up, and hopefully Coulson won't be targeted or bullied in the future.

Thinking to himself, Ron waved to Peter Parker, who had just arrived at the hospital entrance to do volunteer work, and said, "I'm going out for a bit today. Watch the gate. If you need anything, call your Uncle Wolf. That's all, goodbye."

As he spoke, Ron lowered the brim of his hat and led Geralt and Ciri into the portal, disappearing from the spot.

Having been tempered by bloodshed and hardship, Peter Parker is still an ordinary freshman, but his ability to accept such things has been considerably enhanced.

But how should I put it? If Peter had grown accustomed to the hospital director and patients always managing to pull off things beyond human comprehension, then now, watching Nick Fury happily picking cotton and Coulson happily spanking Nick Fury's butt...

Although Peter was well aware that the United States still had some historical issues related to race, he never expected to see such a vivid and retro scene in New York.

As they spoke, Peter walked past them, his face filled with shock and confusion. Influenced by the spell, he saw Nick Fury's swollen, pert buttocks and couldn't help but swallow hard. At the same time, he subconsciously reached for his belt.

But perhaps because Peter was a native of New York, whose ancestors had lived in the Northern States of the United States for generations, reason quickly overcame the impulse brought about by skin color, and he entered the guardhouse without incident, watching the two men picking cotton and whipping them.

Looking down at the essay topic assigned by the school, "Reflections on Volunteer Work," Peter immediately felt the desperate cries and lamentations of his student ID card in his schoolbag.

Peter picked up his pen and swallowed hard—this was a high-level game!

On the other side, upon arriving at Kamar-Taj, Geralt and Ciri gazed with some curiosity at the legendary training sanctuary of the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, the most powerful magic in this world.

This is an ancient temple nestled deep in the mountains, far from civilization. Stepping out of the portal, the first thing Ron and his companions saw was an endless expanse of pale mountain peaks. The perpetual snow and the biting winds surrounded the sanctuary, but the interior remained unaffected by the mountain winds, still vibrant with red flowers, green leaves, and birdsong, a scene of thriving life and flourishing nature.

The melodious sound of bells, accompanied by the sandalwood fragrance wafting around our noses, was accompanied by a monk dressed in yellow robes walking over from the side.

Upon seeing the mage for the first time, Ron couldn't help but exclaim in amazement:

Wow, bald.

"..."

"Okay, sorry, this happens from spending too much time on Tieba."

As he said this, Ron also looked at the yellow-robed mage in front of him with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be the Ancient One as well?"

Upon hearing Ron's words, Geralt couldn't help but exchange a glance with Ciri, clearly surprised. After all, when they first met the previous night, the Ancient One was a sprightly, gaunt old man. How could she have transformed into a woman in just one night?

The Ancient One before them, in terms of appearance, was none other than the female form from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. She had large eyes and a calm, kind face. Even upon hearing Ron's exclamation, she showed little concern, merely smiling gently as she said:

"It seems that you, like the other person I mentioned, are a free-spirited person. No wonder he finds you so agreeable."

"More than that, I'm curious about the relationship between the two Ancient Ones."

Looking at the female Ancient One before him, Ron asked with some curiosity, "Although you seem like two completely different people, in my perception, you two seem to be... the same person?"

Upon hearing this, the Ancient One gave Ron a meaningful look and nodded, saying, "Just like the other one I mentioned, you seem to have unique insights into perception."

"Sigh, it's all thanks to good fortune in your past life. What about you?"

"Only information that is exchanged can be called a secret, can't it?"

Nodding, Ron stated frankly, "Part of my perception comes from the blood of the Foolish Spider Rom's kin, a high-ranking clan in the Bloodborne world. Through refining Blood Echoes, I gained perception that transcends the limits of time."

Upon hearing this, the female Ancient One nodded thoughtfully, then took out a palm-sized octagonal stone from her bosom and said, "Others may not understand, but you from the Origin World should be able to, right?"

Upon seeing the markings on the stone, Ron's expression turned strange, then he nodded: "Well... it's strange, but it makes sense."

It was less a stone and more a talisman.

The Tiger Talisman, originating from Jackie Chan Adventures, is one of the twelve talismans in the animation. Its purpose is to regulate the power conflict of the other eleven talismans within the villainous BOSS, the Holy Body, to prevent the mutual damage of Yin and Yang, and to harmonize the defects of mutual generation and mutual restraint among the twelve talismans. It can also be used to find the missing half of an object.

When used alone, the Tiger Talisman can split a person into two independent individuals.

but……

"If I remember correctly, the Tiger Talisman splits into the light and dark sides of a personality, and the split individuals should look quite similar. Why are you two...?"

"I've adjusted the incantation of the Tiger Talisman," the Ancient One said slowly, putting away the Tiger Talisman.

"The split is achieved through the Tiger Talisman, and then the splitting process is anchored to itself. During this process, the spell is modified using the power of dimensional magic, and the individual consciousnesses of the light and dark sides are redistributed. To make it easier to distinguish, the external appearance of the two individuals is changed from a mirror dimension... That's basically the principle."

"...Never mind, forget I said anything." Ron waved his hand and said:

"That reminds me that my enamel mug was actually found in an antique shop... Hmm, I'll go visit them later and see if they have any enhancement materials."

Then, Ron gathered his thoughts and asked, "What's next? How do we get to Asgard?"

"Yes, I have completed negotiations with Asgard, and Odin is happy to help you deepen your understanding of the Frost."

As the words fell, the Ancient One also stretched out her hand and drew a spell. As the golden spell disappeared into the void, on the other side, receiving the signal, a torrent of five colors quickly descended in front of everyone—the Rainbow Bridge.

Without much explanation, the Ancient One simply turned slightly to the side, and then Ron stepped directly into it. When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a palace. Outside the palace was a long bridge, and on the other side of the bridge was a continent floating above endless darkness. From afar, the entire continent was magnificent, a blend of classical and technological elements, reality and illusion, a breathtakingly beautiful futuristic metropolis.

Upon seeing Asgard before him, Ron stroked his chin and then looked to the side, observing Heimdall's skin tone. Unsurprisingly, he was also a fellow Asgardian.

However, considering he's the lord of Asgard, cotton trees might be useless to him.

Upon noticing Ron looking at him, Heimdall nodded slightly and said, "Hello."

"Hello~ I brought you some local specialties from Earth, would you like to try them?"

As he spoke, Ron took out the leftover fried chicken, watermelon, and grape soda.

Seeing this, Heimdall simply shook his head and said, "No, my duty is to guard the Rainbow Bridge... Although I'm not very familiar with the customs of Midgard, Asgard forbids doing things unrelated to the mission while on duty."

Ron, somewhat surprised, popped a piece of fried chicken into his mouth and said, "Really? Thor at this time of year is supposed to be a composed person? That guy should be causing a lot of trouble."

"Well……"

Upon hearing this, Heimdall pursed his lips helplessly—had Prince Thor's frivolousness already reached Midgard?

Before Heimdall could finish speaking, Ron shoved the takeout bag into Heimdall's arms and waved his hand, saying:

"Don't worry, it's just some snacks. I'm going now, you can eat slowly."

Heimdall instinctively reached out, but seeing that Ron had already left with Geralt and the others, and glancing at the bag which indeed contained only some food from Midgard, he thought for a moment, then tore off a small piece with his fingers. Feeling the crispy skin and juicy meat bursting in his mouth, Heimdall's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

But after thinking about it, I decided to put it away and wait until mealtime to enjoy it.

The closer Ron got to Asgard, the more he could sense the difference Asgard was.

As a small, extradimensional planet, Asgard's properties and physics differ from those of a typical planet. It is not a sphere like Earth or the Moon, but rather a relatively flat continental block suspended in space.

However, Ron did not come here to investigate the geography and spatial nature of Asgard. Therefore, after arriving at the other end of the Rainbow Bridge, he soon encountered Frigga, an Asgardian scholar and the wife of Odin, the Asgardian king of gods.

As soon as Geralt saw Frigga, his Wolf Pack Witcher badge started buzzing, startling Ron.

Damn it, you dare to hit this female sorceress with your hammer? Do you think Thor's hammer isn't hard enough or Odin's Gungnir isn't sharp enough?

Geralt had no choice but to remove his Witcher badge.

The badge is sensitive to all forms of magic, not just magic, but also magical creatures.

She didn't pay any attention to this rather low-end arcane alarm; if Queen Frigga wanted to, the Witcher Badge wouldn't be able to sense her at all.

The still-beautiful Queen gave Ron a friendly smile: "You must be the scholar from Midgard that Odin spoke of? It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Odin's wife, Frigga."

"Nice to meet you, I am Ron from Midgard."

They shook hands, and then Frigga asked with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, didn't the Sorcerer Supreme from Midgard come?"

"No, the Sorcerer Supreme has some other matters to attend to." As he spoke, Ron clapped his hands. A moment later, Nakime, whose body was frozen stiff, shakily crawled out from behind Ron, took a couple of deep breaths, and after her body temperature had recovered a little, she shivered as she took out the white frost wrapped in a cloth.

Because of the sheltering of Bai Shuang, the Infinite City has now been transformed into a vast ice and snow world.

Picking up the small bundle containing the white frost, Ron said, "White Frost has a perceived temperature of zero, but it can absorb warmth and heat from the surrounding environment without limit."

Upon hearing Ron's words, Frigga's expression shifted from curiosity to seriousness. She took the bundle from Ron's hands, and a trace of cosmic energy emanated from her. This energy then lifted the bundle and extracted a handful of white frost from within. After carefully sensing it for a moment, a look of solemnity appeared in Frigga's eyes.

"This substance..." After hesitating for a moment, Frigga couldn't help but ask, "Although it may be presumptuous, may I ask where you obtained this substance?"

"From another universe." Ron tilted his head casually towards Geralt and Ciri behind him and said, "A group of guys called the Wild Hunt came to this universe while chasing them. This Frost was obtained from one of the Wild Hunt's commanders, and the King of the Wild Hunt will be arriving in Midgard soon. The Wild Hunt itself is one thing, but this Frost is really troublesome."

Hearing this, Frigga nodded in understanding, then looked at the white dust floating in her palm and said:

"The magical properties of White Frost are extremely unique. Under certain circumstances, it will continuously multiply. Without prior preparation, this substance called White Frost will bring annihilation to any civilization."

With that, Frigga used her magic to retrieve White Frost back into her small bundle, then turned and said, "The conditions here are a bit rudimentary. Let's go to the Golden Palace to discuss this in detail. There are specialized magical instruments there that can analyze the properties of White Frost's magic in more detail."

After a pause, Frigga added somewhat apologetically:

"My husband, Odin, the King of Gods, originally intended to greet you personally, but it seems that something unexpected has happened. He has gone to the edge of the universe with the Ancient One, so I will have to entertain you on his behalf. Please don't mind."

"No, we're the ones who should apologize for this."

As he spoke, Ron glanced at Ciri beside him.

(End of this chapter)