What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

However, such behavior is clearly very impolite.

"Bah~"

Ian stomped hard on Thor's stomach, and Thor immediately spat out a large gush of water and several grilled fish. Clearly, there was more than one giant octopus in the pool that he had electrocuted.

"Thank you, strange sun god in the universe."

Thor was reborn and learned manners. He could certainly sense the power emanating from Ian's eyes, which was why he held onto Ian, preventing him from leaving.

A real chef.

They all have the ambition to make their restaurants famous throughout the world.

"Don't call me the Sun God."

Ian shook his wet hands clean.

"I'm afraid you'll pass on your bad luck to me."

He was truly amazed by Thor's performance.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it," Thor chuckled and scratched his head, pulling out a clump of charred hair. "I'm just too rusty when it comes to using divine power!"

“If I used the power of lightning more often, this wouldn’t have happened!” he declared righteously, brandishing his hammer. “It’s all my fault for lacking opportunities to train as a child!”

Judging from the way Thor wields his hammer, he may be a cross-world successor of the "Wind Hammer Technique," which is indeed vastly different from the Asgardian God of War that Ian imagined.

“Running a restaurant on Earth doesn’t seem like a good opportunity for training.” Ian wasn’t very good at rolling his eyes, and when he rolled his eyes until only the whites were visible, Thor was so startled that he took several steps back.

"The Nine Realms have been at peace for too long. People live and work in peace and contentment. Where would I find the opportunity to show myself?" Thor steadied himself and said in a sighing tone, "As the King of Gods, my father does nothing every day. What about a prince like me? I came to Earth just to find something to do."

"Isn't that diligent enough?"

Thor is like a huge, fat man who is thousands of years old and wants to be praised.

"Calculate."

Ian suddenly realized.

This is a second-generation genius who refuses to give up!

"How's business at the restaurant?" Ian asked knowingly. He looked around and noticed the dusty "Best New Store" plaque in the corner, dated 1997.

This medal must have cost Asgardian gold coins.

"It's alright, considering I've only been running this shop for sixteen years and am still in the early stages of being a novice!" Thor proudly puffed out his chest, the red stain that looked like ketchup on his apron particularly eye-catching.

The words "Odin's Son Restaurant" are embroidered on it.

There is also a line of small words below.

[Odin bears witness, there will be no shortchanging.]

Ian almost forgot that he was also someone who liked to rely on his father's connections, but he no longer cared about competing with others based on their fathers' connections, unless his father could one day do something to bring honor to the family.

"come on."

Ian gave Thor a word of encouragement.

“Okay, okay, I’m sure I’ll have a bright future. I’ve loved cooking since I was a kid, and I’ve recently spent a lot of money on marketing. Both ‘New York Foodie’ and ‘American Kitchen’ have accepted my money.” Thor was greatly encouraged. The way he counted on his fingers perfectly matched Ian’s stereotype of rich kids starting businesses.

"The future will definitely be better!" Thor concluded with a hopeful declaration, sunlight shining through his charred, afro-like hair, illuminating a few charred fish scales hidden within his locks.

"Yes, the future will be even better."

Ian had high hopes for Thor. He believed that once America's Lesser Vehicle School of Thought rose to prominence in three years—no, perhaps thirteen—Thor would surely shine on the stage. An alien with limitless potential had abandoned his noble princely status to become a restaurant chef in New York.

What is this called?

That's what you call a correct benchmark.

She could absolutely be used as a benchmark for America's winning strategies and promoted externally.

"Are you still the crown prince?" Ian asked casually, as he wiped his hands, seemingly casually referring to Odin's foolish son, Thor, as he prepared to assess Thor's potential for winning.

Thor wasn't wary of strangers enough.

"Of course! I am my father's only son! The ultimate heir to Asgard!" Thor puffed out his chest, his tone tinged with pride.

His words were packed with information.

Loki didn't become a prince in Asgard.

"Is it because the concept of the God of Stories is gone, so Loki's origin story naturally disappears as well, or is it simply that Tony Stark has once again inserted his own ideas into the new Marvel?" Ian still had many unknowns and confusions about this world, and just as he kept persuading his super brain to work a few more times.

"Want to become my advisor? When I ascend the throne, as my savior, I will appoint you as my Grand Tutor. But before that, you'll need to accompany me in the kitchen, killing fish for thousands of years." Thor suddenly extended an olive branch to Ian. His tone was sincere, and he didn't seem to be trying to run a scam or pyramid scheme.

however.

"..."

Ian felt that Thor's sincerity was far more ruthless than any scam or pyramid scheme. Even someone like RT-Mart, who kills fish for ten years, wouldn't develop any feelings for them; he couldn't imagine what he would become after killing fish for thousands of years.

"How about it?"

Thor still looked at Ian with expectant eyes.

"As the crown prince of Asgard, instead of doing what a crown prince should do, you're just holed up on Earth being a lowly cook?" Ian felt he should correct Thor's incorrect thinking.

"what?"

Thor blinked his blue eyes, with bits of burnt charcoal still clinging to his eyelashes.

What should the Crown Prince do?

He seemed genuinely eager to learn.

In this regard.

Ian definitely has something to say. Tony only asked Ian to create the Marvel that Ian wanted, but he didn't say that Ian should recreate the old version of Marvel before the apocalypse.

“I am familiar with this matter. History teaches us about the duties of a crown prince. The son of Louis XIV of France spent his days partying at Versailles and dancing from dusk till dawn.”

"The Crown Prince of King Charles II of England is said to have changed three mistresses a day and could write poetry while drinking. The son of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh spent his days in the palace creating art and even built himself a statue bigger than the pyramids—you have to learn these things, they're much easier than learning a foreign language."

Ian spoke earnestly.

Thor was dumbfounded.

"Can a crown prince really do this?"

It was as if Ian had completely shattered his worldview.

"Yes, this is all in preparation for your ascension to the throne. Only when you have developed the habits during your time as crown prince will you be able to truly become a qualified monarch after you ascend the throne."

In the next ten minutes.

Thor experienced a spiritual shock even more profound than Ragnarok.

Ian talked about everything from the extravagant feasts of King Zhou of Shang to the locksmith workshops of Louis XVI, and from the Roman emperors' obsession with horse racing costumes to the founding history of Emperor Wuzong of Ming's Leopard House.

When Ian spoke eloquently about using the Rainbow Bridge as a transportation route to gather princesses from all over the universe and send all disobedient people to Pluto to grow lychees.

"Sigh~"

Thor gasped.

The hammer in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Wouldn't this be a bad idea?"

Thor's pupils were trembling.

"What's wrong?"

Ian gave him a deep look. The reason he said so much was not because he had nothing better to do, but to test whether Thor was still the Thor he knew. Teacher Tony had entrusted Ian to create this new world, and Ian naturally had to take it seriously and test Thor's kingly heart.

"Thor Odinson, you need to understand one thing: your father built such a great empire, if you don't squander it, wouldn't you be letting down his hard work and dedication?"

Ian countered with a barrage of questions.

This made Thor feel as if he had been struck by lightning again.

Is there such a saying?

He seemed to understand but not quite, his face showing surprise and uncertainty.

"Of course, think about it carefully. If you don't squander your wealth, how will you create opportunities for your children to work hard and achieve great things?" Ian asked forcefully, this time with a truly deafening tone. "Do you want your future children to end up like you, coming to Earth to sell local specialties because they have nothing else to do?"

He spoke to Thor's heart.

Yes.

It is because the great Father God governs the country so well that I have lost the opportunity to make progress. How can I bear to let my descendants waste their lives like I have?

"My God, Father God above, I think you're right. I've wasted so much time all these years." Thor seemed to have experienced a profound awakening.

A glint of awakening flashed in his eyes.

"Heimdall, open the Bifrost! I want to return to Asgard and reclaim my duties as crown prince!" Thor raised his hammer Mjolnir and shouted to the heavens.

The extraordinary power of this world remains strong, and Ian has managed to detect it. Amidst the surging energy fluctuations, a deep and ancient hum continuously resounds.

Like the roar of an engine.

Then, a crack appeared in the sky—not from the clouds, but from reality itself—and a dazzling pillar of light plummeted down from the heavens.

The Rainbow Bridge descended with a thunderous roar.

"Boom~"

Where the beam of light landed, the ground was instantly coated with a faint golden glow, and the stone bricks trembled and cracked continuously, as if they could not withstand the pressure from the center of the Nine Realms.

"Thank you for your guidance. Goodbye, and feel free to come visit me anytime." Thor's golden hair danced wildly as he sincerely thanked Ian. Taking a step forward, he was propelled upwards by the pillar of light. After a deafening roar, the pillar of light receded, ultimately transforming into a gentle golden ripple that carried Thor away.

In the blink of an eye.

Ian was the only one left in the backyard where the grilled octopus was.

“Something there.” Ian looked down at the ground beneath his feet and saw a shallow scorch mark, shaped like a perfect circle.

It seems to be a mark left by some ancient ritual.

"So, the extraordinary is still powerful, but there's no place for it to be used?" Ian got the information he wanted, and he also felt that he had really corrected Thor's life trajectory.

To be king.

Become the crown prince.