Chapter 116: 115. Jensen, you are really a great guy
As the helicopter climbed rapidly.
Jensen, having occupied the high ground, looked at the increasingly small Werewolf below, his mood quickly shifting from fear to exhilaration.
The thrill of surviving a disaster was truly intoxicating, though he never wanted to experience it a second time.
But immediately after, Jensen, having calmed down, felt the wet sensation coming from his crotch. His expression froze; amidst the embarrassment, he felt immense anger, and his eyes instantly turned blood-red.
He, a dignified messenger of the gods, had actually—actually been scared to the point of wetting himself. It was a disgrace among disgraces.
He swore in his heart that when the gods descended in the future, he would definitely skin that Werewolf, pull out its tendons, and slice it to pieces!
No one could be an opponent of the gods; they could only be crushed to death!
It wasn't a good idea to keep wearing pants soaked in urine. Jensen coughed twice and spoke slowly: "Rhodes, thanks to you this time. After we go back, I will definitely report to the higher-ups and credit you for this!"
Rhodes panted heavily; having just escaped the gates of hell, he was still shaken.
Hearing Jensen's words, he gave a dry laugh, his voice hoarse: "Thank you—thank you, General. Protecting you is my duty!"
Jensen nodded with satisfaction. This was also why he hadn't brainwashed Rhodes.
His brainwashing would more or less have side effects on the target, such as personality distortion or schizophrenia.
For talent like Rhodes, it was perfect to influence him with ideals and beliefs. In the future, he could become a capable assistant by his side after the gods descended.
And now, it was time for him to go through the first round of testing.
Jensen smiled slightly and said earnestly: "Rhodes, there is a task for you now. Are you willing?"
Rhodes was a bit confused and asked: "What task, General? I will definitely give it my all."
Jensen's expression was complex, and he said in a low voice: "Give me your pants to wear."
Rhodes: "..."
Sometimes he really wanted to retire!
Even though he had ten thousand regrets in his heart, as a soldier, he could only follow orders.
"No problem at all, General!"
He set the helicopter to hover mode, then quickly took off his pants and handed them to Jensen in the back seat.
Jensen took the pants, threw the soaked pants, underwear, and shoes out of the cabin, and while putting on the pants, asked: "How did that monster appear? Did the outpost not detect it?"
Rhodes shook his head and fell into memory: "When you asked me to notify the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I heard a scream, and then—"
The cabin suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"Then what?"
Jensen bowed his head to put on his pants. Hearing Rhodes stop talking, he was left hanging and hurriedly asked.
By the time he finished putting on his pants, Rhodes still hadn't spoken. Jensen couldn't help but feel angry. He raised his head, about to question him.
But when his gaze touched the existence outside the plane, he suddenly froze and couldn't speak. A warm sensation surged from his crotch.
The pants he had just changed into—were wet again—
The helicopter was already at an altitude of a thousand meters.
But directly in front of the helicopter stood a huge, ferocious wolf head. A pair of blood-colored eyes stared fixedly at the plane, and the corners of its mouth carried a playful sneer.
Fear stemming from the instinct of life struck them. The two people in the plane were terrified, trembling uncontrollably.
"Were—Werewolf, how—how can it fly? How is that possible?"
Jensen was ice-cold, muttering to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.
No one would give him the answer.
Snap!
The helicopter jolted violently, accompanied by a crisp sound.
The Werewolf stretched out its claws, tore off the propeller, and threw it away.
Immediately after, the helicopter fell rapidly. An intense sense of centrifugal force struck, and the two in the cabin screamed earth-shatteringly.
"Ahhhhh!"
There was no expected helicopter crash. As it approached the ground, the helicopter gradually stabilized and finally landed steadily.
Rip!
Before the two could react, the Werewolf reached out and gently tore open the cabin door, hooked its claws into Jensen's collar, and dragged him out of the cabin.
Jensen was pale, his crotch completely soaked, and he made some slurred begging sounds.
"Let—let me go, I am—I am the God—"
"Let the General go!"
At this moment, a roar came from the helicopter cockpit. Rhodes held a pistol, aiming at the Werewolf. His arm was trembling violently, but his eyes were unusually firm.
A heroic soldier who dared to face fear, and a general who was pissing his pants.
At this moment, who was the real soldier was clear at a glance.
The Werewolf looked at Rhodes with a sinister smile.
Snap! A series of muffled sounds; the pistol in Rhodes's hand was crushed into a pile of scrap iron by an invisible force.
Rhodes's face was pale. Facing the Werewolf, his heart was full of powerlessness. He closed his eyes, silently waiting for the final judgment.
However, after waiting for a long time, the expected death did not come; only the evening breeze blew gently.
Rhodes opened his eyes in confusion and found that the Werewolf and Jensen in front of him had disappeared.
He sighed helplessly, a sense of relief from surviving a disaster welling up, but more was a deep powerlessness: "The Werewolf is here, and it's a flying Werewolf. What kind of mess is this? Is this still Earth?"
Military Base, Jensen's office.
"Who are you? What are you doing? Let me go! I am also a messenger of God. By harming me, you are making an enemy of the gods!"
Jensen was bound to the chair by an invisible force, roaring desperately, trying to scare away the shirtless, masked man in front of him.
He had just seen with his own eyes that the huge Werewolf turned back into a human, and in the blink of an eye, returned to the Military Base.
Jensen subconsciously felt that the other party was also a messenger of God. Only gods could bestow such incredible power.
Since he was a messenger of God, there was room for negotiation.
Loya ignored the squealing clown, Jensen, just stretching his body, feeling a bit emotional in his heart.
He had to say, the "Eternal Wings" were truly unexpectedly powerful.
Not only did his height expand to nearly two stories high, but his physical fitness was enhanced to an exaggerated degree.
Tearing steel was like playing with mud. He would be able to exert stronger combat power at night in the future.
After stretching his body, Loya looked at Jensen, pinching his nose with a look of disgust: "Ugh! To be scared to the point of wetting your pants, and you call yourself a messenger of God? Aren't you ashamed? Tsk tsk tsk."
"Motherf***er!"
A light sentence made Jensen break his defense and turn completely red.
He opened his mouth and roared: "You—"
Good opportunity!
Loya saw the other's mouth wide open, his figure flickered, and he appeared in front of Jensen in an instant, reaching out to pinch his chin and shoving a big, white bun into it.
[honesty bean paste bun]
Immediately after, one hand pressed on his head, and he began to shake it wildly from side to side.
Gulp!
A swallowing sound rang out, and the bun was swallowed by Jensen.
His eyes widened, looking panicked, and he questioned: "What did you feed me?"
Loya didn't answer his question at all, just asked with a smile: "Who is the leader of your Hydra faction?"
"It's me." Jensen answered subconsciously.
After speaking, he realized what happened, his face changed drastically, and he said in a trembling voice: "You can actually control me to tell the truth? This is impossible!"
It was no wonder Jensen was so shocked. It was all because when communicating with God, God had once issued an oracle. For the sake of the plan's confidentiality, under the protection of the gods, no one could control his thinking.
But now, reality had slapped him hard in the face.
Loya raised an eyebrow. This guy could be considered a leader? Being scared to the point of wetting his pants, did he deserve it?
He asked again: "Who did your branch of Hydra inherit from?"
"God of Hydra." Jensen answered truthfully, his heart filled with more fear.
Loya frowned. What was this? Where did Hydra have a God of Hydra?
He asked again: "What is the name?"
Jensen answered: "Just called God of Hydra."
Now it was Loya's turn to be confused. Where did Hydrahave a God of Hydra? But in front of the "honesty bean paste bun", this was all the truth.
His thoughts raced, and he quickly asked: "What image did he have when you communicated with Him? Where do you communicate? How do you contact? Why did you send 'Hail Hydra' to an unknown account?"
"A blurry humanoid skeleton. In dreams. Sacrificing nine hearts can try to contact, but it almost never succeeds. It's always God who finds me in dreams to confirm the dream entry time. Sending the message was to convey information to the other two deputy leaders to enter the dream together to receive the oracle."
After answering all the questions in one breath, Jensen was shocked and terrified, but more than that, he felt extreme anger: "You are that hacker who messed with me!?"
Except for that damn hacker, he couldn't think of anyone else who could know he had sent 'Hail Hydra'.
Loya nodded lightly and continued to ask: "What is the most recent oracle?"
"Work hard, you will definitely succeed. That will be our era."
Loya:
Gods also draw big cakes?
He estimated the time; there were thirty seconds left. He had to speed up. This guy's Hydra identity seemed a bit strange.
So Loya quickly threw out a few questions: "How did you become Hydra? Who are the two deputy leaders? Which high-level officials did you brainwash? What was the purpose of developing that pain-amplifying potion?"
He had seen that human experiment data. The research on the pain-amplifying potion was the part he was most curious about. What was this for?
Jensen trembled all over, desperately trying to keep his mouth shut, but the effect of the "honesty bean paste bun" was too strong, so he could only answer obediently: "Five months ago, I got cancer. To survive, I injected a defective Vampire soldier serum. As a result, I saw the God of Hydrain my dream, became a messenger of God, and cured my own defects. I don't know who the deputy leaders are; only God knows. I don't know who was brainwashed; only the deputy leaders know. They are responsible for the government; I am only responsible for the high-level Military, but the plan hasn't started yet. The pain potion is developed to absorb emotional energy, starting from New York, radiating to the whole World, and turning the World into the kingdom of my God."
Time was up!
Loya frowned after listening. How did this relate to Vampire again?
Could it be some Dimensional Demon God related to Vampire, wearing the skin of Hydra to cause trouble? Was Hydra actually a scapegoat?
Did he judge it wrong from the beginning?
Also, Jensen was a really trashy leader; the information he knew was really limited.
But it wasn't a total loss; at least he learned some information.
Since that was the case, he could send this animal on its way.
"Hahahaha!"
However, before Loya could make a move, Jensen suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly, his expression insane: "It finally expired. You are indeed very strong, but you shouldn't—you shouldn't have brought me back. You are truly arrogant."
His eyes suddenly turned pure black, and his voice became low and sinister: "Here, there are thousands of evil undead monsters created when I sacrificed lives. They will gnaw on your bones and blood, making you die without a burial place!"
As soon as the words fell, weird blood-colored patterns appeared on the ground, and endless black smoke permeated, accompanied by thousands of layers of wailing sounds, making people shudder.
Loya originally wanted to pinch Jensen to death with telekinesis, but hearing this, he stopped immediately, his face showing ecstasy.
"Jensen! You are really a talent. I will definitely set up a tombstone for you later! The biggest one!"
Jensen: "???"
He couldn't tell for a moment if the other party was crazy or stupid. Facing thousands of undead monsters, he still dared to be so arrogant?
Thinking about it, he felt the other party was crazy, scared stupid by the undead.
So Jensen shouted sharply: "If this move didn't kill indiscriminately, killing everyone except me, you would have died the first time you appeared. But with you being buried with me, the surviving soldiers can be considered to have died for a worthy cause. This is also your glory! Go to hell!"
Boom!
The next moment, endless undead surged from the ground like a black torrent, rushing madly towards Loya.
The smile on Loya's face couldn't be contained. A delicate staff appeared in his palm, and a pair of wings burning with Fire unfolded behind him, like a god descending.
He touched the ground with his staff and shouted: "Holy Light!"
Golden light burst out suddenly, like a rising sun. Under the illumination of the Holy Light, countless undead couldn't resist even for a second, instantly turning into fly ash.
Jensen subconsciously covered his eyes, screaming in pain: "Ah, my eyes!"
When the Holy Light dissipated, Loya stood in place with a smile, surrounded by light.
Jensen slowly opened his eyes, scanning the surroundings, and finally fixed on Loya, who was shining with Holy Light, his eyes full of disbelief.
Wings?
Angel?
Can a Werewolf become an Angel?
Is there really Holy Light in the World?
How is this possible?
Am I really a messenger of God?
Countless doubts exploded in his mind, finally merging into one sentence: "Please spare my life!"
Snap!
Telekinesis fell violently, Jensen's head shattered in response, and his body fell softly.
At the same time, a pleasant notification sound rang in his ears.
[Task 'Fake Hydra' completed]
[Reward: Experience +3000, Item'Snake-Beating Stick', Item 'Fast-Slow Blade']
[Snake-Beating Stick: Causes great restraint and deterrence against all existences with snake concepts, snake characteristics, and snake-related attributes]
[Evaluation: Called a snake? Looks like a snake? All are snakes!]
[Fast-Slow Blade: You can freely control the speed of this blade's swing in all perceptions of the enemy. Fast is slow, slow is fast, fast is fast, slow is slow]
[Evaluation: Dodge! Dodge! Dodge! Bang!]
[eternal wings Layers: 7291]
[You have leveled up, gained 1 lottery chance, 3 free attribute points]
Just as Loya was looking at the mission rewards, an ethereal, low, and endlessly evil voice suddenly sounded in the empty room.
"How dare you touch my people?"
Jensen's headless corpse stood up suddenly.
Loya's eyes narrowed: "There's another expert?"
Chapter 117: 116. The God of Hydra Is Actually Him
The moment he heard the voice, a card intertwined with various powers appeared in Loya's hand, and the newly acquired "Snake-Beating Stick" was ready to strike at any moment.
He stared cautiously at Jensen's headless corpse; as long as the other party showed any abnormality, he would go up and use the "Snake-Beating Stick" for deterrence, finish with a special technique card, and directly kill the other party with a combo without explanation.
Possessing the ability "Inequality" which targets demon gods, whenever Loya encountered such Dimensional Demon God characters, his thought was always to trick the other party out of their power while ensuring he could escape safely.
No, that shouldn't be called tricking; it should be called a contract.
It's just that he never needed to abide by it.
However, the entity behind Jensen seemed to have sensed Loya's vigilance, or perhaps had other ideas, and was not prepared to fight.
An evil power surged from Jensen's headless corpse. Fine blood-colored mist gathered at his headless neck, eventually solidifying into a skinless, blood-colored skull.
When he saw the appearance of that skull, Loya was stunned, his eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Red Skull? You're not dead?"
That's right, the head that had condensed was none other than Red Skull, who had been teleported away by the Tesseract decades ago.
Loya remembered that if it were the cinematic Universe plot, this guy should have been teleported to Vormir and become the Guardian of the Soul Stone.
He could only guide others to obtain the stone, but could not obtain it himself; he was truly the aggrieved party.
And if following the comic plot, there were many places Red Skull could have gone.
But regardless, there was no reason for him to become the God of Hydra, right? And looking at this power, it didn't seem weak.
Is this reasonable?
No wonder Jensen's Hydra flavor was so pure; it turns out the source was here.
If Red Skull's flavor isn't pure, who else could be?
But why did he choose Jensen to be Hydra? Why not directly look for other factions of Hydra? That would have been faster than starting from scratch.
Seeing Loya call out his name, Red Skull was somewhat surprised, with a look of smugness on his face: "I didn't expect that after leaving Earth for decades, someone would still remember my name. It seems I have left a deep mark on the World."
"Not at all." Loya shook his head and replied seriously, "It's purely because you possessed weapons beyond the era and were then defeated by a Captain with a nice butt who only held a shield, so everyone just found it funny."
He rubbed his chin and mocked without concealment: "Hmm, come to think of it, that did indeed leave a deep mark, funny enough."
"You!"
Upon hearing this, the blood-colored mist around Red Skull surged, his expression turned strange, he wanted to say something but stopped, and finally, he snorted coldly.
"It was just one setback, it doesn't mean anything. Nearly seventy years have passed, I am still alive and well, and I have mastered incredible power."
"And what about Steve? That ideal warrior holding a shield, even if he hasn't died, he must be old and frail by now."
"Watching the ideal country he fought for turn into this state step by step, he must be devastated, right?"
"His plans to stop Hydra were successful, but the spirit and legacy of Hydra have continued; this country is the best proof of that."
He grinned and laughed, with a tone like a speech: "Cut off one head, two more shall take its place; Hydra is immortal! Steve has lost."
Loya shrugged, a smile on his lips, and said helplessly: "Then you might be disappointed. After stopping your evil plan, he went to travel to another place for seventy years, and his time was paused for seventy years."
"Now he has returned, not only is his body in its prime, but he has also gained the recognition of the Universe's power and can blow up the Sun with one punch."
"If you could appear on Earth, Steve could beat you until you awaken the female within your heart."
Who doesn't know how to brag?
In his "Minds Eye" emotional perception, Red Skull was very guilty right now; it was obvious he was bragging on purpose.
Then let's see who can brag better.
"That's impossible!" Red Skull clenched his fists, his expression instantly becoming distorted.
He had become neither human nor ghost, yet his enemy was living well. Regardless of whether what the person in front of him said was true or false, just hearing such words was unacceptable to him.
If it weren't for Steve, he, Red Skull, would have long led Hydra to rule the entire World, so why would he have fallen to this state?
Even after seventy years, his hatred for Steve had never faded; it had only intensified, and he wished he could torture him billions of times!
Loya's expression was pitiful, and he comforted: "Don't be angry. You now possess powerful strength, it's just that you can't truly descend to Earth and can't show off, which is equivalent to being useless."
He sighed: "Actually, Steve isn't living too well either. I guess he's probably eating hot pot and singing songs right now, living a plain life. How could that compare to your excitement?"
Red Skull: "————"
I really thank you for comforting me!
He took a few deep breaths, feeling the hard-won sensation of being alive, forcibly suppressed his anger, and spoke slowly: "I don't want to argue with you about these things, nor do I want to consider the authenticity of the facts. How about we discuss a deal? You will like it."
Loya raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself: "Could it be another sucker delivering themselves to my door?"
On the surface, however, he appeared very vigilant and stepped back half a step: "What deal? I am a righteous Angel, a kind priest; it is impossible for me to make a deal with you, an evil Hydra, I will forever protect justice!"
"Heh!"
Red Skull sneered, his eyes playful.
"Stop pretending in front of me. Do you really think having a pair of wings makes you an Angel? Knowing Holy Light makes you a priest? Don't get too deep into character."
He crossed his arms and looked Loya up and down, as if looking at a fellow kind: "I can feel at least two types of Dimensional Demon God' power on you. You are very greedy, even greedier than I imagined."
"I have to admit, your desire for power even exceeds mine."
Loya pretended to be seen through, his expression extremely unnatural, and he retorted with a stiff neck: "Bullshit!"
Red Skull shook his head and said very confidently: "We are all sensible people, no need for nonsense. As long as you help me, I will give you power, how about it?"
"Hey, you should have said so earlier."
Loya chuckled, his expression instantly becoming natural, as if he had met an old friend of many years.
"If you had said that earlier, why would I have killed Jensen? Seriously, you should have said it sooner."
Red Skull really wanted to curse right now.
If it weren't for Jensen dying, he wouldn't have had the chance to possess him.
Without possession, there could be no dialogue; it was simply a dead loop. How was he supposed to say that?
He had cultivated Jensen for a long time before he was barely qualified to become a vessel.
As a result, he watched Jensen being killed before his eyes, and the incomplete corpse would collapse after not being possessed for long.
Red Skull really wanted to strangle Loya at that time!
But he discovered that the other party had the power of other Dimensional Demon God, and it seemed he could use another method to induce and control him.
Compared to the trash of mortals who blindly worshipped like Jensen.
These guys who have power, ambition, and are also greedy are easier to use.
As long as some binding benefits are applied, along with some reasonable deception, they can be made to work willingly, and with a little extra means added, they can be completely controlled.
As it happens, this is what he is best at.
Red Skull smiled, his posture elegant: "Aren't you going to ask what specific help I need?"
Loya looked at Red Skull as if looking at an idiot: "Is your brain flooded with water? You've already seen that I have multiple types of Dimensional Demon God' power on me, and you're still asking this question?"
"Isn't it just invading Earth? What's so rare about that? Huh? Tell me! Tell me what's so special about you!"
Red Skull's breath hitched, and he was somewhat speechless.
The person in front of him looked quite smart, but was just too vulgar. Civilization had progressed so much, but he hadn't seen much improvement in quality.
"There's nothing special, just invading Earth and opening a crack in the Reality Dimension."
"That's right." Loya touched his stomach, "Then let's sign the contract quickly, I'm in a hurry to go back and eat."
Hearing the word 'contract', Red Skull's expression and eyes changed significantly, but he quickly covered it up.
However, this completely escaped Loya's constant perception. After mentioning signing the contract, this old guy was obviously even more guilty.
This gave him a very familiar feeling, the same as the lackey in Steve's dream before who wasn't qualified to sign a contract.
Could it be ———— that Red Skull is actually not some God of Hydra, but just a slave under some Dimensional Demon God? A wage slave?
Is he actually just putting on an act? After all, the identity outside was given by himself.
Sure enough, Red Skull's next words exposed his purpose.
There was no abnormality on his face, and his tone was calm: "The contract must be signed, but it must be done in the dream world. The Reality Dimension has weakened too much of my power, and I cannot complete the contract ritual."
"Oh~ So that's how it is." Loya smiled meaningfully, making Red Skull feel uneasy, and he couldn't help but become nervous.
The next second, Loya waved his hand casually: "Then let's hurry up, I can't wait, I'm busy going home to eat."
Red Skull was secretly overjoyed, his hanging heart finally dropping: "As long as this vulgar guy enters the dream, I can use the fragment to imprint his thoughts and gradually change his thinking to be used by me. Such a powerful human will definitely be able to help me get rid of that guy's control!"
He suppressed the excitement in his heart and said indifferently: "Alright then, do not resist, I will guide you into the dream."
Loya waved his hand: "No need, entering a dream is very simple, I can do it myself."
After speaking, he closed his eyes and said casually: "Hurry up."
Red Skull was even more excited when he saw this; there was actually such a good thing delivered to his door, saving him from consuming more power.
Both closed their eyes at the same time. With a strange fluctuation, when they opened their eyes again, they had arrived within a simple, blood-colored dream.
Obviously, this was a dream dominated by Red Skull.
Just after entering the dream, without even saying a single polite word, Red Skull exposed his true nature. He looked at Loya with a grimace, his tone mocking: "So many years have passed, and tricking people is still so simple, without any difficulty."
"What do you mean?" Loya frowned and asked in a deep voice.
Red Skull shook his head slightly, a brightly colored fragment dancing at his fingertips: "It doesn't matter if I tell you; anyway, after you leave the dream, this memory will also disappear."
He couldn't help but grin and laugh: "I can influence reality to a certain extent through the dream. Once you enter this dream, you will be influenced by me until you are controlled by me."
"That's impossible! You don't keep your word! You are just trash, how could you possibly control me through a dream?" Loya said incredulously.
Deep down, however, he felt a bit strange: This guy actually said it; is his desire to share so strong? Was he stifled?
He narrowed his eyes; in this case, it seems he could get information out of him.
Seeing Loya still trying to slander him at this time, Red Skull's fists were about to be crushed.
This quality is too low!
He sneered, and the fragment in his hand bloomed with light: "As everyone knows, demons never keep their word. Prepare to become my servant!"
"Wait!" Loya's expression was panicked, his acting explosive, "At least let me die knowing the truth. Why did you become this kind of existence, and why do you want to re-cultivate Hydra instead of taking over your former subordinates? Why was it contacted through Vampire soldier serum?"
Loya's words seemed to have aroused Red Skull's strong desire to share. The light of the fragment in his hand suddenly decreased, and he paced back and forth elegantly with his hands behind his back: "Why did I become like this? It's just that I was targeted by a Dimensional Demon God during teleportation, controlled by Him, and made to work for Him. One day, I will break free from the shackles."
"As for why I didn't take over my former subordinates." He showed a complex expression on his face, "That is because of a prophecy from a black magic user; my plan is destined to be ended by the Hydra I once left behind, so naturally, I will not use it again."
"And the Vampire serum, that has to do with that Dimensional Demon God."
"..."
Loya seemed to understand something and was somewhat speechless. Wasn't it his own Hydra that ended Red Skull's plan? That black magic user was something else.
He continued to ask: "Who is that demon god?"
This seemed to touch Red Skull's sore spot, and he roared furiously: "Enough! This is not something you can know!"
"It's over!"
As soon as the words fell, the fragment in his hand bloomed with light, and the entire dream began to twist violently according to his will.
However, Loya showed no fear, and even brought a smile to his face.
A fragment identical to Red Skull's hung in front of his chest, blooming with the same light.
He shook his head and said regretfully: "As I expected, you are a piece of trash not even qualified to draft a contract, a street dog that can only bark twice in a dream. It's a pity you aren't willing to tell me everything, so I can only leave with regret ———— "
Loya's voice suddenly deepened: "Kill you!"
Chapter 118: 117. Lottery: Listen to the Voice of All Things
"This is impossible!"
"How could you possibly have a Dream Dimension fragment!"
When seeing that Loya also possessed a Dream Dimension fragment, Red Skull was completely dumbfounded, even forgetting the insults he had just received.
This Dream Dimension fragment originated from the master of the Dream Dimension—Nightmare, and he himself was just one of countless owners.
Although it was only equivalent to an AK-47 used by humans on Earth, similar to a standard-issue weapon.
But it was by no means something an ordinary Earthlingcould possess.
As far as he knew, there was a deeply hidden sorcerer organization on Earth that silently guarded the planet.
They were extremely guarded against every dimension and would almost never let such dimension-related items fall into the hands of ordinary people.
The Dream Dimension fragment was not just a standard-issue weapon; it was more equivalent to a key.
If held by someone in reality, it would spontaneously guide the holder to control the Dream Dimension and trigger dreams.
Over time, the holder would increasingly crave deeper control, the fragment would become stronger and stronger, and eventually, it would open a gap between the Reality Dimension and the Dream Dimension, thereby allowing the Dream Dimension to invade.
And with Loya holding the Dream Dimension fragment, combined with the fact that he could use Holy Light, Red Skull could only think that the other party was a member of that sorcerer organization.
But this wasn't right either. How could a sorcerer possess the power of an evil dimension? Was that still a sorcerer guarding Earth?
Obviously, Red Skull's understanding of Earth's sorcerer guard force was too shallow.
If he knew that the leader of the Kamar-Taj sorcerers, the powerful Sorcerer Supreme, was the one who used the power of evil dimensions the most, he would probably doubt his life on the spot.
"Cut the crap! Take a punch from your Grandpa!"
Loya shouted, his figure moved slightly, but he kicked towards Red Skull's crotch.
"Despicable!" Red Skull cursed angrily. Even in a dream, he was playing tricks, and he actually used a low blow. It was conceivable how abominable this guy was in reality.
The Dream Dimension fragment in his hand glowed slightly, taking him to disappear from the spot instantly, dodging the kick.
Even if there was no pain in the dream, Red Skull was still unwilling to be kicked by this, it was too shameful.
He looked at Loya coldly: "So what if you have a fragment? This is a dream with Jensen as the main body and me leading it. With both of us having fragments, my authority is higher than yours."
"Oh? Is that so?" Loya's mouth curled up, revealing a playful smile.
With a thought, a pair of gloves embedded with sharp steel claws appeared out of thin air on his hands.
The four steel claws shimmered with a cold light, as if they could cut through everything.
[Freddy's Clawed Glove (Dream Exclusive): Wearing this item in a dream, the damage caused will be reflected in the real world, and it adds a strong fear effect to existences in the dream]
Hum!
It seemed that some kind of blade unsheathing sound echoed in the dream.
In an instant, the entire dream was turbulent, the blood-colored space began to twist crazily, and claw marks appeared out of thin air, as if it would completely collapse in the next moment.
Loya raised his hands, the steel claws rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling very brightly: "Hydra, right? God of Hydra, right? Red Skull, right? I will chop you into minced meat today!"
Before the words fell, the Dream Dimension fragment bloomed with a faint light, Loya appeared in front of Red Skull instantly, the steel claws swung out with force, and in an instant, they reached the top of Red Skull's head.
"Impossible! It's impossible to have this kind of weapon!" Red Skull widened his eyes, his eyes splitting.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't, no matter what he couldn't move!
An unprecedented fear, like an invisible giant hand, strangled him tightly, even his thinking became slow, and his control over the dream was greatly weakened.
Splat!
An incomparably realistic sound of flesh tearing rang out.
A steel claw slashed down from top to bottom, cutting Red Skull's body into five strips!
Splat!
Another steel claw followed, slashing horizontally from the side.
The steel claws cut through the chest without obstruction, and Red Skull's body instantly became fragmented.
And this was just the beginning.
The dream was already whimsical. Loya's speed had long exceeded the limits of reality. One could only see a connected light curtain flashing in the dream.
Red Skull's body was repeatedly cut in this light curtain, turning into smaller and smaller fragments.
At the same time, under the influence of the "Freddy's Clawed Glove" effect, Jensen's corpse in the real world was simultaneously enduring everything Red Skull was experiencing.
Countless fine lines appeared on the corpse, making people shudder.
The next moment!
Boom!
The corpse seemed to have exploded, turning into a humanoid blood shadow, which had been cut too fine to be cut any further.
"You can actually easily affect reality?"
Red Skull roared in frustration, shocked by the other party's many methods and strong strength. Being able to affect reality so easily, even he had to consume a lot of power to do so.
In the dream, the damage to the body was meaningless and could be restored instantly.
But he could feel that Jensen's body was cut the same as in the dream, and this was not so easy to repair.
He still had to rely on Jensen's body to find the next container. Now that he was chopped into minced meat, how much power would it take to repair it?
Red Skull tried his best to stop it, but it was difficult to move.
That fear made it extremely difficult for him to even say this sentence.
Loya chuckled, and the speed of his swinging became faster: "Nothing, aren't you called Red Skull? I'm just making Jensen match you a bit, both are so red."
"You damn guy!" Red Skull was shaking with anger, roaring hoarsely.
"Ahhhhh!"
He tried his best to urge his power under that bone-chilling fear.
Finally, he really caught a chance.
The Dream Dimension fragment bloomed with infinite light, and the entire dream began to collapse!
This was to close the dream!
"Want to run? Not that easy!"
Loya gave a light drink, moved his mind, and used a prop.
"Patrick Stars Laughter!"
[Patrick Stars Laughter: Can pour Patrick Stars Laughterinto the mind of a specified target, causing mental damage to it, and continuously attacking the opponent's IQ]
Magic sound enters the ear!
Red Skull's movements stalled instantly, and a magical and rhythmic laughter appeared in his mind.
"— — — — — — — — — — — —," he uncontrollably grinned.
"Hehehe — — — — hehehe — — — — hehe — — — —"
While laughing, he was drooling.
Red Skull struggled between sobriety and dementia, his tone was incredible, but his eyes were very wise: "You did — — — — hehe — — — — did — — — — hehe — — — —"
Unfortunately, he couldn't even say a complete sentence, constantly interrupted by laughter, and his IQ was under continuous attack.
Loya shook his head, walked to Red Skull as if strolling in a courtyard, took away that Dream Dimension fragment lightly, then patted Red Skull's twitching shoulder, and sighed: "Trash should stay in the trash heap. Don't come out and embarrass yourself, you old thing. Hydra is unlucky to have you as a leader. Without you, it would have ruled the World long ago."
Red Skull trembled all over, his eyes filled with crazy anger, but in an instant, it was replaced by dementia, and he scolded intermittently: "Mother f— — — — hehe — — — — mother f— — — — hehe — — — —"
Loya shook his head and continued to verbally attack: "Look at you, I told you not to embarrass yourself, but you don't believe it."
After speaking, he held two Dream Dimension fragments in his hand and moved his mind.
Crack!
The whole dream was completely twisted and shattered, no longer existing.
Back to the real world.
Loya opened his eyes suddenly.
Not far away, Jensen was cut into blood mist but still floating in the air, and immediately after, an extremely wise laughter sounded suddenly.
"I kill — — — — hehe — — — — — — — — hehe — — — —"
That blood mist actually began to squirm forward."
Loya was speechless, and a very ordinary wooden stick suddenly appeared in his hand, as if it had been picked up casually on the roadside.
[snake-beating stick]
He waved it casually and smashed it on the blood mist.
The deterrent effect of the "snake-beating stick" was activated, the blood mist instantly dissipated, scattered on the ground, staining the ground blood red.
Then, a group of black flames condensed in his hand, threw it to the ground, ignited the blood stains on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, only a pile of humanoid black ash emitting an ominous aura remained on the ground.
At this point, Jensen was dead to the point of only ash, and the connection between Red Skull and him was completely severed.
This mission and unexpected situation finally came to an end.
Loya moved his mind, and two colorful Dream Dimension fragments appeared in his palm.
One of them was Red Skull's. In fact, he almost failed to bring it out of the dream just now. The Reality Dimensionwas strongly rejecting this fragment, not letting it enter.
He thought of a brilliant idea and put it into the system space, which was how he glitched it in.
It was a trophy after all, so he couldn't just throw it away, and two dimension fragments could greatly improve his strength in the dream.
It was just that he had a doubt, how did Red Skull get involved with the Dream Dimension.
The Dimensional Demon God related to Vampires should be the Elder Gods Chthon who was expelled from the Reality Dimension. Could it be that two Demon Gods joined forces to make trouble?
Loya shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
He still had to deal with Vampires later, and then he would see if there were any other clues there.
It was a pity that Red Skull, that newbie, pretended to be so powerful, and even called himself God of Hydra.
It turned out to be a small fry who wasn't even qualified to sign a contract.
It made him very disappointed, losing an opportunity to prostitute the power of the Dimensional Demon God.
Loya put on the invisibility cloak and appeared quietly over the Military Base, slowly scanning the battlefield below, looking for fish that slipped through the net.
When he fought these soldiers before, he wiped out all the evil soldiers who came to participate in the war, leaving only a few dozen soldiers who were not considered evil in the judgment of the "eternal wings".
After all, he was not a bloodthirsty person, and he wouldn't kill soldiers who were not evil.
After some observation, he really found fish that slipped through the net.
A group of soldiers who had hidden and dared not participate in the war before were now combined together, looting the corpses on the battlefield. Their methods were extremely skilled, and they looked like professional corpse looters.
Not only that, they didn't even let go of their colleagues who were not dead, robbing them in the chaos.
Loya smiled slightly and moved his mind.
With a plop, that group of soldiers fell down softly, dead as can be.
The number of layers of Loya's "eternal wings" increased by dozens again.
The soldiers who had just been robbed watched with their own eyes as dozens of soldiers fell together without warning, and for a time they were terrified, screaming: "There is a devil!"
For a time, screams echoed in the barracks.
And Loya had long disappeared.
Villa.
I'm back!
Loya stepped into the living room happily, and when he saw the scene in the living room, his figure paused suddenly.
I saw that in the living room, there were Thor, Sif, and The Warriors Three, and even Steve was there.
— —
Several dishes with excellent color, aroma, and taste were placed on the table, the fragrance was tangy, making people drool.
And several pairs of eyes glowing with green light stared straight at him, accompanied by bursts of drool swallowing sounds, which made him feel a chill.
Loya's mouth twitched, and he immediately understood the reason, smiling helplessly: "I encountered some unexpected situations and spent a little more time. You guys eat if you're hungry, don't wait for me, eat, eat, eat!"
He waved his arm, signaling everyone to start eating.
After the words fell, everyone immediately changed direction, like hungry tigers pouncing on food, gorging on the delicacies on the table.
"Delicious! Delicious! Really delicious!"
Thor's cheeks were bulging, chewing while praising loudly and vaguely.
The Warriors Three also nodded repeatedly, exclaiming that Earth's craftsmanship was so exquisite.
Loya smiled and shook his head. The food made by the "automatic cooking pot" had color, aroma, and taste that conceptually suited everyone's taste, so naturally, it was different.
He also stepped forward to dine together, and at the same time introduced Felicia and Cat Goddess to everyone.
Loya ate very quickly, and after eating, he left on the excuse of going upstairs to take a shower.
He soaked in the bathtub, eager to bring up the system panel. The lottery was really something to look forward to.
[Level: 15 (1000 / 20000)]
[Strength: 19 (3+16)]
[Constitution: 19 (3+16)]
[Intelligence: 20 (4+16)]
[Remaining Lottery Chances: 1]
Loya took a deep breath and whispered piously in his heart: "Three Pure Ones, Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Jesus, God — — — — bless me to draw something good."
[Congratulations on obtaining the ability: Listen to the Voice of All Things]
[Listen to the Voice of All Things: Your hearing has undergone a qualitative change. You can hear some peculiar sounds that you cannot hear under normal circumstances. As small as flowers, plants, trees, insects, fish, birds, and beasts, as large as all things in nature, the stars of the Universe, all these are within your listening range. When you hear some great and incomprehensible sounds, don't be afraid, communicate with them kindly, and perhaps you will gain their help (The effect of this ability is affected by attributes, and in some special cases, it is related to personal mental state, world cognition, belief, etc.)]
[Evaluation: The sound of the stars, I said I heard the sound of the stars, do you understand?]
Chapter 119: 118. The Outrageously Absurd Voice of All Things
"Voice of All Things?"
"Hiss!"
The moment he gained this ability, before Loya could even think it through, he gasped, his face twisted in pain as he clutched his head tightly with both hands.
Countless voices, some chaotic, some ethereal, some ear-piercing, surged back and forth in his brain.
It was as if a wet market had moved into his head; in the center, a group of aunties were square dancing, nearby onlookers were reciting the Bible, and further away, someone was shouting loudly.
Various sounds blended and repelled each other, a chaotic mess.
After a long while, under Loya's deliberate control, the voices in his head gradually subsided, becoming organized, rhythmic, and layered.
He took a deep breath, steadied himself against the edge of the bathtub, his face still shaken.
If an ordinary person had so many voices suddenly appear in their head, they would likely have fainted on the spot. Fortunately, his attributes were high in all aspects, so he only suffered a headache for a while.
After completely calming down, Loya carefully sensed this auditory ability and could not help but widen his eyes, his face showing shock.
"This ability—it seems a bit broken."
He had originally thought the "Voice of All Things" was an evolutionary change to his organs, granting him powerful, extraordinary characteristics to listen to all things while enhancing his hearing.
Something similar to an extraordinary sense like "Minds Eye."
But after sensing it carefully, he found the reality was far more than that.
The "Voice of All Things" was not just a simple qualitative change in hearing; it was more like an extreme extension of the concept of "listening," indescribable in words.
The system's ability description was quite broad; only when he actually tried it did he know the subtle mysteries within.
Loya carefully controlled this ability, attempting to listen to the sounds downstairs.
Almost instantly, the sounds of everyone eating downstairs traveled clearly through the floors to his ears.
In his mind, a picture of everyone having dinner even appeared.
Thor was chewing on barbecue while drinking beer in large gulps, laughing boisterously, chatting with others about the days when he was Thor.
Steve had just finished his last sip of beer, wiped his mouth, and leaned against the door, his eyes complex, a look of contemplation on his face.
Felicia and the Cat Goddess had already finished eating and had just turned on the TV, pressing channel six on the remote.
Everyone's behavior, movements, and expressions were crystal clear.
That's right, this was a picture "heard" out.
Similar to Daredevil's radar sense, a vivid, three-dimensional image appeared in Loya's mind.
This was more powerful and magical than Daredevil's sense, even transcending the sense itself.
It was very suitable for reconnaissance, and could even be used to monitor from a very long distance.
"A Pro version of Clairaudience?" Loya muttered to himself.
Of course, if this ability were limited to hearing sounds and forming images from a distance, it wouldn't be called broken.
Loya stopped focusing on the matters downstairs and turned to listen to his surroundings.
He tilted his head and listened, even able to hear where the material filling of the bathtub beneath him was uneven, and where it was thinner.
He could also hear the walls and floors of this house, where they were more fragile, and could even hear the material distribution of every inch, as well as subtle vibrational changes.
With this ability, he would never be afraid of being scammed during renovations again!
This was listening to inanimate objects.
And listening to all living things was even more wonderful.
Loya closed his eyes and heard the peculiar sound emitted by the cactus on the balcony.
An ordinary cactus wouldn't speak, but in his ears, he heard a meaning he could understand.
The general meaning was: "I'm so happy, I sunbathed today, drank Water, very comfortable, it's great."
This was the peculiar sound mentioned in the introduction of the "Voice of All Things," something that couldn't be heard under normal circumstances.
By human standards, ordinary plants have no language, only chemical signals.
But Loya could hear them and understand their meaning; it was a very profound and mysterious feeling, hard to describe in words.
If he had to say, it was a bit like a natural Druid, able to communicate with nature.
With this ability, he instantly became a plant cultivation expert, and a unique one at that.
The plants told him directly what they lacked, what nutrients they needed, and how to grow; with hands-on guidance, how could he not grow them well?
Who could say they could beat him?
Being able to listen to plants, he could naturally listen to animals as well.
Loya's hearing extended outside, capturing the sound of wings flapping rapidly.
An image of a fly dancing in the air appeared in his mind.
And the meaning expressed by this fly was as clear as could be: "I want to eat *, I want to eat * — — — — — —"
Loya:
I just finished eating!
Get out of here!
He decisively retracted his extended hearing and turned back to the people downstairs.
If he used this ability to listen to animals and humans...
How should he put it?
While Loya exclaimed that it was magical, he also felt very — — — — eerie.
That's right, it was eerie.
He focused his attention on Thor and clearly heard the sound emitted by the organ currently under the most pressure in Thor's body.
It was a protest from the stomach.
The meaning was roughly: "Asshole! Can you stop eating! I'm stuffed! Can you treat me properly, you guy!"
Thor continued to do as he pleased, stuffing food into his mouth.
As for other organs, he could also hear different expressions, through which he could judge whether the organs were normal.
Listening deeper, Loya could even hear the sounds emitted by cells. Through these sounds, he could judge the direction of strengthening and the intensity applied.
With the "Voice of All Things" combined with "Telekinesis," Loya could now truly perform batch telekinetic strengthening on ordinary people, enabling them to obtain physical fitness far beyond ordinary people.
It could be called mass-producing super soldiers without injury.
Of course, it could also be used to strengthen himself; he didn't need to grope and experiment like before, as his body had already given the direction for strengthening.
After listening for only a short while, Loya stopped listening and reached out to rub his brow.
This wasn't because he was tired, but because he had a sense of cognitive conflict and contradiction.
Using the "Voice of All Things" to listen to the sounds of organs and even cells gave him an illusion.
It was as if every organ and every cell was an independent life form with self-awareness.
And the individual being listened to was like a collection of countless independent life forms, possessing an indescribable beauty.
That was why he felt it was very eerie.
"It seems I need to practice more and adapt, otherwise it's easy to have psychological problems."
Loya thought to himself, then dried his body, put on his clothes, walked to the balcony, and gazed at the vast night sky.
Just now was only simple listening and application of the "Voice of All Things" at a microscopic level.
And now, it was listening and application at a macroscopic level.
The ability introduction had already said that things as large as all things in nature and the stars of the Universe were within the scope of listening.
He was now activating the ability, and he could clearly hear the murmurs emitted by natural elements.
That was the whisper of nature, the surging of life, the rhythmic pulse of nature itself.
Loya waved his hand, and on the ground outside the Villa, a small, visible tornado suddenly appeared, whistling and swirling up the fallen leaves on the ground.
This was the application of the wind element power in "Wind Control Swordsmanship."
Generally, moves like tornadoes, Wind Walls, and wind blades were used more often.
Or rather, for the control of the wind element, this application was the simplest and most practical.
Wind is formless, lacking substance and boundaries; trying to maintain other shapes was not only strenuous but also extremely difficult.
But now, he had a way to make it have more applications and changes.
Loya waved his hand again.
He saw the Wind Wall rapidly deform, and in the blink of an eye, it became a giant made of wind. With another wave, it turned into a fierce tiger crouching on the ground.
The tiger was so solid it was almost physical, its posture vivid and lifelike, as if it had come alive.
This level had reached the extreme of magic's manipulation of wind details.
This was the gain brought by the "Voice of All Things," allowing Loya to hear the voice of the wind, communicate with the wind at a deeper level, and thus use the wind more freely.
For example, the wind used to be a cold goddess who ignored everyone; wanting to use its power relied on the experience summarized by mages.
Although after countless experiments, it was still not perfect.
But with Loya, the wind was no longer a cold goddess, but became an intimate big sister, telling him in detail how to use the wind, how to communicate with the wind, and how to exert the most perfect power.
No matter how detailed the summarized experience was, how could it compare to the exposition of the power itself?
It was equivalent to the power itself guiding Loya to use this power; how could it not be powerful and precise?
Or rather, the power had always been making these sounds, but few people could hear and understand them.
The "Voice of All Things," which seemed to be an auxiliary ability, actually allowed Loya to understand the essence of things at a deeper level.
This also caused a qualitative leap in his use of magic and various powers, greatly increasing his combat effectiveness.
He now belonged to a top-tier magic genius who could communicate and resonate with various elements and energies.
"Hmm — — — — speaking of which, if the Ancient Onefound out I had this ability, would she tie me up and make me her successor?"
Loya muttered to himself, feeling that it shouldn't happen; although he had a little bit of talent, he shouldn't be valued to such an extent.
As for listening at a more macroscopic level, like listening directly to the stars, he didn't plan to try it now.
Not to mention that the effect of listening was related to attributes and some states, whether he could hear it was still an unknown.
And with his current proficiency, he couldn't achieve perfect control yet.
At first, he was even impacted by numerous voices.
He still had to exercise and adapt more to reach the level of doing whatever he wanted.
Those great voices suddenly entering his ears could easily cause strong psychological impact.
Now Loya felt strange, as if everything was alive, which indeed had an impact on his cognition.
However, after adapting in the future, it should be fine.
In summary, this ability was even more powerful than expected, not only able to cooperate with "Telekinesis," but other abilities could also be tried.
For example, abilities on the perception side like "Mind Meditation" and "Minds Eye."
There were many applications waiting to be developed, such as locating someone through sound.
Hmm — — — — actually, this ability also made him feel like he had become a certain monkey.
Loya looked at the tiger made of wind not far away, intending to dispel it, when a flash of inspiration suddenly struck his brain.
"Since I have a deeper understanding of energy, why not try my favorite fusion?"
He waved his hand, and a ball of Fire fell into the wind tiger.
With a poof, the wind tiger became a vivid elemental animal composed of both wind and Fire elements.
The wind aided the Fire, blowing the scorching airflow in all directions, making this elemental animal appear more fierce and powerful, and even having a sense of agility.
"It really works!"
Loya was happy in his heart, he instantly thought of several fusion methods; in the future, not only against enemies, but also defense could be played with countless tricks. But before he could continue testing, a cry of surprise came from downstairs.
"My God! What is this?!"
He saw Steve staring dumbfounded at the huge Fire tiger on the open space, as if he had seen something incredible.
His shout also attracted the others in the living room.
At this moment, everyone was stunned on the spot, staring with wide eyes at the vivid, lifelike giant Fire tiger.
They seemed to think of something together, and simultaneously looked up at the Villa balcony, staring at Loya.
Loya smiled awkwardly; he was too engrossed in the experiment and forgot they were still there.
He drifted down from the second floor in front of everyone, smiled slightly, and said calmly: "I have a new understanding of magic, I'm just trying it out, don't be nervous."
Thor nodded stiffly, still holding a piece of barbecue in his hand, and he barely squeezed a smile out of the corner of his mouth: "Loya, seriously, if Loki were here and saw you playing magic like this, he would definitely cry himself to fainting."
Chapter 120: I Am Thor, Steve! For the Glory of the Northern Gods!
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Loya shrugged with a humble face: "Not really. Loki is a top-tier mage of the Nine Realms. My minor magical achievements are not even worth mentioning."
"No, no, no!" Thor shook his head, opening his grease-stained mouth, his tone extremely serious: "You are amazing, really, really, really amazing. Loki can't compare to you in any aspect."
When these words were spoken, Felicia and the others present didn't feel much. After all, they didn't know Loki, let alone how strong he was.
But when Sif and The Warriors Three heard this, they all looked at Thor in unison. Their expressions seemed to say: Is this really the Thor they knew?
Just how much Thor doted on and defended Loki was something these comrades-in-arms, who had fought alongside him for hundreds of years, knew best.
There was nothing Thor couldn't forgive Loki for. And after Loki personally said he loved Thor, it got completely out of hand.
To make Thor say that Loki was inferior to someone else in front of everyone...
One could only imagine that Loya's magical achievements were truly so high that even a brother-obsessed fan like Thor was left speechless.
In fact, Sif and the others knew Loya's magic was powerful, but they never expected it to be so powerful that it felt almost unbelievable to them.
Even in Asgard, they had never seen magic that seemed to have "come alive" like this.
Looking at the magic not far away, which was so vivid it resembled a real tiger, a doubt arose in all of their hearts at the same time.
If they all went at him together, would they be able to defeat that guy?
Loya raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected Thor to think so highly of him, especially since this trick of his was just something he did on a whim.
Besides, Thor was an absolute brother-con, yet he could actually say something like this.
He waved his hand, immediately dispelling the magic, and smiled slightly: "Rather than that, I'm more curious about why you all slept for so long?"
From the time of that dinner party until now, Thor and the others had slept for a full two days.
Thor took a bite of the barbecue in his hand and said casually: "Actually, we Asgardians only need a few hours of sleep every few days."
"Sleeping this long is just like you humans sleeping in. Plus, we drank too much, so we slept even longer."
Speaking of which, Sif and the others' expressions seemed a bit strange, casting glances at Thor's face from time to time.
Thor smoothly changed the subject, his expression turning serious: "Loya, you absolutely mustn't waste your magical talent. Once I regain my divine power, I will ask my father to let you come to Asgard to learn our magic."
Sif and the others' understanding of magic was far inferior to Thor's, and could even be considered shallow in a sense.
Only he understood just how powerful the magic Loya had used earlier really was.
On this barren place called Earth, it seemed particularly rare.
It wasn't just powerful in terms of raw force, but rather a strength concerning the very essence of magic and its future potential.
Thor vaguely remembered his mother's teachings.
Only when the magic cast by someone seems to possess life of its own is it a true manifestation of powerful magic.
This represented that the caster's understanding of magic was already approaching its essence.
Even if it lacked raw power, becoming one of the few top-tier mages was only a matter of time. This was an extremely powerful talent.
The magic Loya had used earlier made people feel as if the magic itself possessed life.
Thor's heart was filled with confusion: Clearly, Loya's magic hadn't reached this level a few days ago. How could it have undergone a qualitative change in just a few days?
Could an Earthling's magical talent actually be this strong?
This was simply too ridiculous.
Furthermore, Loya also possessed extremely exaggerated combat skills, an extraordinarily terrifying physique, and now, a ridiculously powerful magical talent, all while being so young. Who was the god here?
If not for the satisfying food in his mouth, Thor would have thought he was dreaming.
The difference between them was not just a tiny bit.
Having fought across the Nine Realms for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such magic, and he had never even seen his mother use magic like this.
This was also why Thor intended to take Loya to learn magic after regaining his divine power. With such magical talent, staying on Earth was a complete waste; going to Asgard to study was the right path.
He believed his mother would definitely like Loya very much as well.
Loya's eyes lit up. To be honest, he was quite interested in Asgardian Rune Magic.
This was a type of magic highly adept at utilizing various primal energies of the universe, and its power went without saying.
In some other universes, there was even a Thor who had completely mastered Rune Magic, known as Rune King Thor, who possessed the ability to directly warp the laws of the universe.
With the ability of the "Voice of All Things," it would be a total waste not to learn magic.
This ability to listen to all things and insightfully grasp their essence was precisely the trait most needed for learning magic.
Moreover, he also had an item like the "amplification staff" specifically designed to amplify magic, making it a perfect match.
Loya smiled and nodded: "Then let's speed up the recovery of your divine power."
It was the perfect opportunity to push his quest forward.
Thor was stunned at first, then his eyes widened, and he said excitedly: "I knew there was a reason Father handed me over to you! Quick, tell me, what is it? I can't wait."
Heavens knew he had been looking forward to this day for way too long. Days without divine power were too painful; he couldn't even drink a single cup of Asgardian fine wine.
Being drunk for two days and having to claim he was just asleep was truly embarrassing.
Loya gave a mysterious smile and pointed at Steve, who was standing to the side: "From now on, whatever Steve does, just follow him and do it together. He will teach you."
"Steve?" Thor looked over, then tilted his head, "Although I can see he is a warrior, he is not qualified to guide me. Unless it's you, that might be barely acceptable."
He didn't think everyone on Earth was as flawless and powerful as Loya.
He was the Prince of Asgard, how could he be ordered around by a mere mortal?
Loya was an exception; that guy couldn't be judged by common sense.
But what about Steve?
Thor looked him up and down, left and right. Aside from seeing that the other party indeed deserved to be called a warrior, he couldn't see anything else special about him.
But to guide him, he was far from qualified!
The future king of the nine realms, guided by an ordinary mortal with nothing special about him?
What a joke!
Loya patted Thor on the shoulder and smiled: "Trust me, he definitely has that qualification."
Thor curled his lip, puffed out his chest, turned to look straight at Steve, and challenged: "Steve, don't think that just because we drank together, you're qualified to guide me. No matter what, you are still just a mortal. Want to guide me? Then beat me until I am utterly convinced!"
Having seen the current state of America, Steve was already in a bad mood, and hearing Thor repeatedly call him a mortal made him even more annoyed.
His hands were itching, wanting to find something to beat up.
But before he could speak, a raspy, unpleasant voice suddenly came from the side: "Go get him, Steve! Smash this blonde gorilla's head in, let him know the power of America's Ass!"
A mortal body rivaling the gods!
Steve: "..."
Thor: "..."
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously looked at that pitch-black blob of slime named Venom.
The two, who had been at each other's throats just a moment ago, instantly turned their spearheads toward this guy who had mocked both of them the moment he opened his mouth.
Splat!
Loya flattened Venom, who was instigating the fight, with a single punch, and said speechlessly: "You really are a genius, offending two people the moment you open your mouth."
Venom remained stubborn and said righteously: "I was just speaking the truth. Especially Steve, look for yourself, isn't that perky?"
"Is it really that perky?"
Hearing such a righteous statement, Steve began to doubt himself a little and subconsciously asked everyone.
And Thor, being straightforward, nodded without hesitation: "That's right, your butt is indeed very perky. Even in Asgard, it's hard to find anyone perkier than you."
Steve: "..."
I really want to punch you right in the mouth.
"Stop, stop!" Loya waved his hands hurriedly, his expression strange, not knowing what to say, "We are currently discussing the recovery of divine power, how did we veer off to butts?"
After speaking, he glared fiercely at Venom. This guy didn't do any proper work day in and day out, relying solely on the memories in his head to make memes.
Venom shrank into a ball. What could it do? In the last universe, it had possessed Deadpool, so it must have been influenced by that damn guy, always liking to say strange things.
Loya sighed helplessly, too lazy to say more. Actually, to make Thor utterly convinced, there was another very simple way.
He called out softly: "Gulu, bring Mjolnir."
"Gulu!"
Gulu immediately responded, turning into lightning and bringing Mjolnir to the center of the crowd.
Thud!
Mjolnir landed on the ground, making a dull thud.
Thor's gaze was instantly drawn to the hammer he longed for.
The look in his eyes as he stared at Mjolnir was full of deep affection, as if he were looking at a long-lost lover.
But Mjolnir remained just as cold, without any response, like a heartless ex-girlfriend.
It just stood quietly on the ground, waiting for the person who could lift it.
Thor stared for a long time before looking at Loya in confusion: "What are you bringing Mjolnir out for?"
Loya, as if anticipating what was about to happen, smiled very happily: "Naturally, to let you know why Steve is qualified to guide you."
Thor scratched his head, utterly bewildered, but after a moment, it dawned on him, and he looked at Loya in disbelief: "You want Steve to lift Mjolnir?"
Loya nodded: "Exactly."
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
Thor shook his head repeatedly, his tone firm.
He didn't believe a mortal could lift Mjolnir; it was absolutely impossible.
Seeing this, Loya pressed his advantage: "Thor, how about we make a bet?"
"What bet?" Thor asked curiously.
"If Steve can lift Mjolnir, then you have to listen to him in everything hereafter," Loya said.
Hearing this, Thor sneered: "That's impossible. A mortal can never lift Mjolnir, no matter what."
"However..." His eyes rolled as he changed his tune, "I'm willing to bet with you. If Steve can't lift it, then you must use that pot to cook for me every day."
Thinking of the delicacies made by that pot, the corners of Thor's mouth curled up unconsciously, and he almost started drooling.
"Sure," Loya agreed readily, barely able to hold back his smile.
He turned to Steve: "Steve, go ahead."
"Huh?" Steve was stunned. He had heard of Mjolnir; supposedly, no one in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. base could lift it back then, not even Loya. Could he do it?
Loya encouraged him: "Give it a try, Steve. Remember to shout 'For the glory of the Northern Gods' when you lift it."
Having said that, he quietly turned on his recording device. This was an exclusive classic scene.
Seeing Loya trusting him so much, Steve no longer hesitated and stepped forward to grasp the handle of the hammer.
Everyone's gaze instantly focused on him.
Only Thor still had a look of disdain. If Steve really could lift Mjolnir, he would never drink alcohol again!
Steve took a deep breath, gripped the handle tightly, tensed all his muscles, and suddenly exerted force.
Boom!
Just as the hammer left the ground, a rumble of thunder erupted.
Dazzling lightning instantly enveloped Steve, lighting up the area as bright as day.
Before Steve could even react, he subconsciously raised mjolnir high and shouted as Loya had instructed: "I am Thor, Steve! For the glory of the Northern Gods!"
Thunder flashed, and electric arcs danced like silver serpents. He stood tall amidst the lightning, as if the true God of Thunder had descended.
Seeing this scene, Thor's expression instantly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His lips trembled, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible! This is impossible! Mjolnir, why have you abandoned me again?"
Pain!
Too much pain!
Thor only felt something in his heart shatter once again.
His legs gave way, and he fell directly to his knees. Raising his arms high, he let out a sorrowful roar to the heavens: "No—!"