Chapter 171: The New Collection of Asgard's First Prince
Her voice was raspy and magnetic, carrying a sense of laziness and indifference after having experienced the many vicissitudes of life.
But listening closely, one could discover a frenzy and excitement hidden beneath that calm surface, like a volcano about to erupt.
Selene Gallio, this self-proclaimed Black Queen who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
At this moment, she completely lacked her usual arrogance of looking down on Mortals as if they were ants.
She stood up, her black hemline sliding to the floor like flowing water.
Revealing a pair of long, shapely legs wrapped in black lace stockings—a kind of sexiness full of classical charm and ultimate temptation.
She walked with steps so elegant they seemed to be part of a courtly dance, approaching Arthas step by step.
Her eyes stared fixedly at the faint golden light emanating from Arthas.
To her, that light was not just a symbol of power, but the ultimate answer she had pursued for countless centuries.
"God... true Divinity..."
She murmured to herself, a blurred light flickering in her eyes.
That longing was like a traveler who had walked in the desert for days suddenly seeing an oasis.
She couldn't help but reach out with her pale, cold hand, her fingertips trembling as they touched Arthas's chest.
As if wanting to confirm that the presence before her, radiating warmth and majesty, was not yet another phantom from her long dreams.
The sensation was so real, so burning, even through his clothes.
She could still feel that powerful heart beating; every pulse contained a majestic Divine Power sufficient to destroy the world.
"Oh? It seems you have a near-pathological obsession with so-called 'gods'."
Arthas did not dodge her touch.
Instead, he looked down with interest at the woman half a head shorter than himself, allowing her fingers to wander over his chest.
The touch, carrying a hint of chill, was conducted through his shirt to his skin, bringing a strange sensation.
"It's more than just obsession, Your Highness."
Selene looked up, a sickly flush appearing on her face, which was as exquisite as a doll's, her eyes so fanatical they made one's heart skip a beat.
"That is the sole meaning of my existence, the only motivation for my lingering life over these long ten thousand years."
"I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless Empires; I have seen countless so-called 'gods' fall into the mud."
"But never before today have I felt so clearly that... aura of Eternity."
After saying this, the Black Queen, who had always been known for her pride and coldness, actually made a move that would make anyone who knew her drop their jaw.
Slowly, yet with absolute determination, she knelt on one knee before Arthas.
Her black hemline spread across the dark red carpet like a black rose blooming on the edge of an abyss.
She looked up with a posture humble to the point of dust yet devout to the extreme, looking at the high-and-mighty Arthas, her voice trembling as she requested.
"Your Highness, could you find it in your mercy to tell me your honored name?"
"I... Selene Gallio, a wanderer through these long years, may I pledge my loyalty to you and become your most faithful servant?"
Arthas raised an eyebrow. Although he had long since learned from Emma that this woman was an extremely dangerous and unstable existence.
He hadn't expected the process of subduing her to be so smooth—so smooth it was almost eerie.
"Oh? Just that simple?"
With his hands in his pockets, he looked down at the peerless beauty kneeling at his feet, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness and testing.
"No other requests?"
"Like maintaining your status in Hellfire? Or some kind of powerful strength?"
"Or... do you want to gain more vitality from me to maintain your youth?"
"Those worldly powers and fleeting pleasures have long since lost their meaning to me."
Selene shook her head, the fanaticism in her eyes increasing rather than fading.
"My only request, my only desire, is to become a god."
"For this goal, to be able to touch that supreme Domain, I can give everything for you."
"Even if it means sacrificing this filthy world, I would not hesitate."
This was getting interesting.
A madwoman who would stop at nothing to become a god, or rather, an extremely pure Seeker of the Dao.
Such people are often harder to control than those who are greedy or lustful, but they are also more useful, as long as you can keep giving them hope.
Arthas crouched down and reached out a finger, gently tilting Selene's chin, which was as smooth as jade, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
Deep within those amber pupils, the light of golden Divine Power flowed slowly, like two miniature stars burning.
"Everything?"
He asked softly in return, his finger sliding down her cheek and finally resting on her fragile, slender neck, feeling the pulse beating beneath.
"Including everything of your own?"
"Your body, your soul, your prideful magic, even your self-awareness?"
"Including those."
Selene did not hesitate for a second; her body trembled slightly at Arthas's touch.
But that trembling was not from fear, but from extreme excitement.
"As long as I can catch a glimpse of the scenery of the divine Domain, even if I am turned into a stepping stone beneath your throne, I would do so gladly."
This answer made Arthas burst into laughter.
This woman really was completely mad.
"Sounds... like making a deal with the devil."
He withdrew his hand and stood up, resuming his high-and-mighty posture, but his tone held a bit more approval.
"However, since you have such resolve, I will give you a chance."
"After all, I happen to be lacking a collection piece as... beautiful and dangerous as you."
He turned around and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the bustling and brilliant night view of Manhattan, speaking with his back to Selene.
"Listen well, Selene."
"I am the First Prince of Asgard, the eldest son of the All-Father, Odin, Arthas Odinson."
"Remember this name, for it is not only the object of your loyalty but also your only faith in the future."
"Asgard... Norse Pantheon..."
Selene murmured to herself, a light of realization flashing in her eyes, followed by an even more frantic joy.
She knew of Asgard; it was the legendary divine realm, the place where the true Divine Race lived.
So, myths were not lies; a god had truly descended.
"Give everything of yours to me, offer it to me without reservation."
Arthas's voice echoed in the empty room, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
"As long as you perform well enough, as long as you can prove your value, I can let you achieve your dream."
"I will take you to see the true divine realm, and even... grant you the chance to ignite the Divine Fire."
"Yes! Your Highness Arthas!"
Selene was so excited she almost crawled on the ground to kiss the tips of Arthas's shoes, the ecstasy causing a strange flush to rise on her pale face.
"Selene swears to you, from now on, my life belongs to you, my soul belongs to you, everything of mine... belongs to you!"
As her oath fell, an invisible power of a contract was established between the two.
Arthas could clearly feel that this powerful Witch's soulwas opening up to him; that sense of unreserved submission gave him a pleasure of being in total control.
Chapter 172: The Night is Still Young
"Very good."
Arthas turned around and looked at the Black Queen, who had completely fallen. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"In that case, stand up."
"Tonight is still young, and we still have many 'details' to discuss in depth."
"For example... what exactly is the principle behind your so-called magic to drain life force?"
Selene slowly stood up, her black eyes shimmering with a flirtatiousness that seemed as if it wanted to swallow Arthas whole.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
She spoke softly, her voice like a siren's song, filled with fatal temptation.
"I will... show you everything I have without reservation."
In the spacious, dimly lit lounge, the ambiguous atmosphere had reached its peak.
It was as if a sweet and thick desire flowed through the air, making every breath feel like a heart-racing heat.
The Black Queen Selene's soft, boneless body was pressed tightly against Arthas's chest.
Her black eyes, which seemed capable of stealing one's soul, were filled with a hazy mist, like two bottomless pools trying to completely drown the man before her.
She stood slightly on her tiptoes, her full red lips, painted with dark red lipstick, gradually drawing closer to Arthas.
That warm breath was already brushing against Arthas's chin.
Just as this ten-thousand-year-old enchantress was about to offer her first kiss, filled with magic and temptation—
A sudden and crisp knock on the door, like a cold blade, instantly severed this tense string of ambiguity that was about to snap.
"Your Highness, those tedious matters outside have been mostly dealt with."
"Those disobedient fellows have all received their due lessons. May I come in now?"
The iconic voice of the White Queen, Emma Frost, came from outside the door.
Although her tone remained respectful toward the new king,
the deliberately raised volume and the subtle trace of urgency and bitterness in her voice betrayed the fact that this usually calm Telepathy Master was currently anything but composed.
Selene's movements came to an abrupt halt.
A flash of annoyance at being disturbed instantly crossed her beautiful face, which had been filled with intoxication and longing.
A chilling Killing Intent also surged in her black eyes for a moment.
But it was quickly replaced by a more playful and somewhat provocative smile.
She was in no hurry to retreat from Arthas's warm and broad embrace.
Instead, she doubled down, pressing her full, upright chest even harder against Arthas's arm.
She even let out a deliberate, seductive soft moan, as if demonstrating her dominance to the invisible opponent outside the door.
Arthas raised an eyebrow. He didn't feel any displeasure toward this impending shura field between two top-tier beauties.
Instead, he curled his lips with interest, revealing a playful smile.
He reached out a hand and gently patted Selene's waist, which was so slender it seemed it might break, signaling her to be patient.
Then he spoke toward the door in a slow, steady, and magnetic voice.
"Come in, Emma. The door is unlocked."
The heavy oak door was pushed open gently, and Emma, wearing a snow-white deep-V evening gown, walked in with elegant and confident steps. Her skirt swayed slightly as she moved, like a blooming lily.
When her gaze landed on Selene, who was snuggled tightly in Arthas's arms with her clothes half-undone, her face flushed, and her eyes hazy—
Although a proper smile remained on her doll-like exquisite face,
a sharp cold light instantly flashed in the depths of her azure eyes, and a sour and dangerous jealousy spread wildly in her heart.
It made her want to directly use a Psychic Blast to blow that shameless old woman away.
"Oh, it seems I've come at a bit of a bad time. I've disturbed the two of you."
Emma spoke while seemingly casually walking to the center of the room.
But her eyes were like the most precise scanners, looking Selene up and down.
From her messy long hair all the way down to her chest, which was almost jumping out of her dress, her tone was thick with Yin and Yang sarcasm and mockery.
"I thought the famous Black Queen Your Excellency was discussing some profound magic mysteries with Your Highness."
"Or perhaps discussing the future development plans for Hellfire."
"I didn't expect you to be engaged in such... close and in-depth 'physical exchange'."
"It's truly eye-opening. I have to admire Senior's 'professionalism'."
"Hehe, what does a little girl know? This is the adult world."
Selene fought back without hesitation, finally willing to loosen her grip on Arthas slightly.
She turned around to face Emma, her black eyes flashing with a depth and playfulness that only an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years could possess.
Her lofty posture was as if she were looking at an ignorant Junior.
"This is called being a wise person who understands the times."
"Since I have decided to pledge my loyalty to Your Highness, I should devote everything I have without reservation."
"Including body and soul. This is the awareness and attitude a subject should have."
"Unlike some people who are still putting on airs, pretending to be some pure Saintess, when in reality, who knows how much they want it in their hearts."
"You..."
Emma was choked by these words, and a layer of slight anger instantly stained her fair face.
But she followed it with a cold laugh. She was an expert at manipulating hearts; how could she easily lose her composure by being provoked?
"Devotion?"
"I think you're just in heat."
"I didn't expect the legendary, unattainable Black Queen, who views Mortals as ants and has lived for ten thousand years—"
"—to be the kind of person who can't wait to stick herself to a strong man and deliver herself to his door the moment she sees one."
"If this gets out, I'm afraid it will be quite a shock to many Juniors who admire you."
"They might even think the Hellfire Club has switched to this kind of business."
"That's still better than some people who clearly want it to death in their hearts, and whose bodies have already reacted."
"Yet they still have to pretend to be reserved. It's truly hypocritical and disgusting."
Selene reached out with her hand, clad in a black lace glove, and gently brushed her waterfall-like black hair.
Her movements were full of charm, brimming with the allure of a mature woman.
"Besides, Your Highness's power and charisma are naturally the most fatal poison in this world."
"It's only natural to be attracted. I am simply following my instincts, pursuing the ultimate pleasure and power."
"Unlike you, who only dares to fantasize in your heart and doesn't even have the courage to take this step."
Chapter 173: The Dress-up Feast of the Hellfire Duo
The air between the two of them seemed to freeze at this moment.
On one side, invisible Mental Strength fluctuations surged wildly, causing the surrounding air to distort.
On the other side, a dark and cold magic aura rose continuously, causing the temperature in the room to plummet.
Two distinct auras collided fiercely in the room, as if they would blow the roof off in the next second and start a fight to the death.
"Alright, both of you shut up."
Just as these two women were at each other's throats, ready to teach each other a lesson with glares, verbal sparring, and even physical action.
Arthas, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, finally spoke; his voice wasn't loud.
But it carried an unquestionable majesty and sense of pressure, instantly suppressing all the agitation in the room.
It made the two women, who were about to explode, shut their mouths at the same time.
"Both of you are my right and left hands."
"You are the future twin pillars of the Hellfire Club, and my most important collectibles in this world."
Arthas stepped between them, extended his arms, and pulled these two peerless beauties—who were currently bristling at each other—directly into his embrace.
That domineering and forceful posture silenced them instantly, leaving only the sound of rapid breathing.
"I don't need you wasting energy on petty jealousy; it's meaningless."
"What I need is for you to join forces, combining your abilities and charm to serve me together."
"Whether it's killing enemies on the battlefield, or... pleasing me on this bed."
Hearing this, both Emma and Selene's bodies stiffened simultaneously.
Then they looked at each other, both seeing a hint of resentment in the other's eyes.
But more than that, there was a sense of submission after being conquered by the strong, and a hidden excitement and anticipation for what was about to happen.
"Since Your Highness has said so..."
Emma was the first to soften, leaning against Arthas's left shoulder.
Her fingers traced circles on his chest, her blue eyes shimmering with seductive charm, and her voice became sweet and alluring.
"Then we will listen to Your Highness. As long as Your Highness is happy, we will do anything, even if it's serving you together with this old woman."
"Hmph, old woman? That's still more flavorful than a little girl who hasn't fully developed like you."
Although Selene was still retorting verbally.
Her body didn't want to be outdone, pressing against Arthas's right shoulder and even intentionally rubbing her thigh against his.
She gave Emma a provocative look.
"Since it's Your Highness's command, then I, this 'old hag,' naturally have no choice but to accompany you to the end. I only hope... that young White Queen sister won't be crying and begging for mercy later."
"Hmph, we'll see who's crying; just don't throw your back out when the time comes."
Emma rolled her eyes at her, but her tone no longer held the life-or-death hostility from before, instead gaining a hint of provocative flirting.
It was as if the competition had shifted from the battlefield to another, more private Domain.
"In that case, enough talk. Prove your worth through action."
A wicked smile played on the corners of Arthas's mouth as he released them.
He pointed to the massive floor-to-ceiling wardrobe nearby, where the "surprise" he had Emma prepare in advance was kept.
"Go on, show me your sincerity. Put on the clothes that best showcase your charm and give me... a true visual feast."
The two women looked at each other, a competitive spark glinting in their eyes.
Then, they both let out a charming laugh and turned toward the wardrobe.
It was filled with various styles of advanced custom-made gowns.
Of course, there was no shortage of sexy lingerie meant only for extremely private occasions, each piece enough to drive a man wild.
Emma was the first to choose a set of pure White Lace Lingerie; it was her favorite color.
It represented her title, the "White Queen," and also represented an extreme contrast of seeming purity but actual lewdness.
With her back to Arthas, she slowly unzipped her deep-V evening gown.
As the zipper slid down with a faint sound, her snow-white, delicate skin, like Mutton-fat Jade, was gradually exposed to the air.
It emitted a charming luster under the dim yellow light, especially that beautifully lined back and slender waist, making it impossible to look away.
She didn't rush to put on the lingerie, but first picked up a pair of White garter Stockings embellished with diamonds.
Sitting on the chair in front of the vanity, she lifted a long, straight leg, slowly fitting the gossamer-thin Stockingsover her toes and pulling them up bit by bit.
The Stockings tightly wrapped around her calves and knees, creating enticing indentations in her flesh until they reached her upper thighs; the intertwining of White and skin tones provided a powerful visual impact.
She even intentionally ran her fingertip across the taut stocking strap, making a soft "snap" sound.
"How is it, Your Highness? These are my favorite pair of socks."
Emma turned her head and threw a wink at Arthas, her finger lightly flicking the garter buckle on her leg, creating a crisp snapping sound.
"They don't just look good; they feel great too."
On the other side, Selene chose a completely different style.
She selected a set of black Leather Lingerie; the material's metallic luster formed a sharp contrast with her pale skin, full of mysterious and wild temptation.
In front of Arthas, she unhesitatingly took off her intricate Gothic Gown.
Revealing a perfect body that, despite being tens of thousands of years old, was still firm, plump, and full of mature charm.
Then, she picked up a pair of black fishnet Stockings and pulled them onto her legs in an extremely provocative manner.
The way the mesh pressed into her flesh made her look like a fallen Queen of the Dark Night.
"Just having socks isn't enough."
After putting on the fishnets, Selene picked up a leather collar with studs and fastened it around her neck; the feeling of being restrained gave her a surge of inexplicable excitement.
"Your Highness, what do you think of this look?"
"Doesn't it suit my current status... as your pet?"
As she spoke, she slowly climbed onto the large Chaise Longue, striking an extremely sultry pose.
Her black eyes stared straight at Arthas, as if inviting him to enjoy this sumptuous feast.
"Both are very good."
Looking at the two top-tier beauties before him—one black and one White, one pure and one lustful—the Fire within Arthas was completely ignited.
He unbuttoned his shirt collar and stepped toward the two women who were competing in beauty.
"However, just looking isn't enough."
He walked between them, reached out, and tilted up each of their chins.
"Now that you've changed your clothes, let the real... performance begin."
Chapter 174: Orochimaru's Loyalty
Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, stubbornly piercing into the lounge and casting mottled shadows across the floor.
Arthas slowly opened his eyes, and two delicate bodies met his gaze—as warm and smooth as white jade, yet as alluring as obsidian stone. Emma and Selene were curled up beside him like two exhausted kittens, the previous night's frantic demands having completely drained their strength.
At this moment, they were sleeping soundly, their exquisite faces still flushed with a lingering crimson, and satisfied smiles playing on the corners of their mouths.
There was no trace of the high-and-mighty queenly personas they usually maintained.
Arthas rose with light steps, for fear of disturbing this rare tranquility.
He carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt for them, covering the heart-racing scenery of the morning.
Then, he picked up his clothes scattered on the floor, dressed himself, and walked out of the room still filled with the lingering atmosphere of passion, feeling refreshed.
Just as he descended the stairs and reached the hall, a cold figure slid silently out of the shadows; it was Orochimaru, who had been waiting there for a long time.
He was still wearing those exotic-style robes, a humble smile on his pale face, and a fanatical light shimmering in his golden snake-like pupils.
"My Lord, you are awake."
Orochimaru bowed in greeting, his voice filled with reverence.
"After a night of purging, Black King Shaw's remnant forces have been completely eliminated. All assets and intelligence networks are currently being handed over."
"Azazel and I worked together with great rapport. As for that one..."
He paused for a moment, seemingly weighing his words.
"The followers of Her Highness the Black Queen were a bit restless at first, but after learning it was your will, they all became exceptionally submissive."
Arthas nodded slightly and walked to the sofa in the center of the hall to sit down.
He took a cup of hot tea handed to him by Orochimaru and gently blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface.
He was very satisfied with Orochimaru's efficiency; although this Mutant looked dark and terrifying,
his execution was impeccable.
"Well done, Orochimaru."
Arthas took a sip of tea, his gaze calmly fixed on the submissive subordinate before him.
"The Hellfire Club will be our cornerstone in the Secular World from now on."
"You must not only assist Emma in managing this place but also use those special abilities of yours to help me dig up more potential seedlings."
"What I want to build is not just a Mutant force, but a powerful Guardian Organization."
At this point, Arthas set down his teacup and leaned forward slightly.
The natural pressure of a superior emanated from him, causing Orochimaru to lower his head involuntarily.
"As for Selene, you needn't worry; she is already mine. Her power and wisdom will be used for my purposes."
"You and Emma must cooperate well and avoid any internal strife. If I find that you are using your energy to undermine each other..."
Arthas did not finish the sentence, but the meaningful pause and the flash of golden light in his eyes were enough to make a chill run down Orochimaru's spine.
"This subordinate understands! I will certainly do my utmost to assist Miss Emma, with no ulterior motives!"
Orochimaru hurried to bow again, a layer of fine cold sweat even breaking out on his forehead.
He had witnessed with his own eyes how Arthas had crushed Black King Shaw like one would crush an ant.
That absolute power left him without even a hint of a thought of resistance; instead, he felt a strange sense of excitement and adoration for being able to follow such a powerful individual.
Having spent half his life in Japan, he knew all too well the importance of aligning oneself with the right powerhouse.
And the man before him was clearly much more powerful and reliable than his former self, who was always obsessed with immortality yet ended up neither human nor ghost.
After giving Orochimaru his instructions, Arthas left the Hellfire Club.
By now, the sky outside was fully bright, and the streets of Manhattan were already teeming with traffic, filled with the noise and vitality of a modern metropolis.
Arthas did not return directly to Dawn Manor; instead, he drove to the Strategic Scientific Reserve's secret base in Brooklyn. After all, another part of his layout—the Super Soldier Project—was in full swing there.
Furthermore, he was quite interested in that Agent Peggy Carter who had made a bet with him, wanting to see her current expression.
When the black luxury sedan slowly pulled up to the baseentrance, Arthas was in no hurry to go inside.
Instead, he had the driver wait by the roadside for a moment.
He looked out through the car window and saw that many media reporters had still gathered at the base entrance upon hearing the news.
Although the the military had done its best to maintain secrecy, in this world, there was no such thing as a wall that didn't leak air.
Rumors about the "Super Soldier" had already spread across New York as if they had grown wings.
These reporters, with their keen sense of smell, were like sharks scenting blood, each carrying cameras and equipment, trying to capture any valuable news material.
Amidst this noisy, crowded throng of people, most of whom were dressed in drab professional attire, one beautiful figure was particularly eye-catching.
It was a young woman who looked to be in her twenties. she had long, carefully permed, wavy brown hair that bounced lightly on her shoulders with her movements, radiating a charming luster.
She wasn't wearing a stiff suit like the other reporters.
Instead, she wore a beige slim-fit trench coat, the belt tied loosely, outlining her slender, supple waist and full, shapely hips.
Underneath the trench coat was a white chiffon shirt, the collar slightly open to reveal a delicate collarbone and a glimpse of snowy-white skin.
Below, she wore a black pencil skirt paired with flesh-colored Stockings and red-soled high heels, appearing both capable and professional while exuding an unignorable charm.
Sitting in the car, Arthas looked at the woman a few more times with interest, not just because of her outstanding appearance and temperament, but because of her confident, composed, and skillful manner within the crowd.
She didn't seem in a hurry to push forward like the others; instead, she stood on the periphery with a small notebook in hand.
While observing the surroundings, she quickly recorded something. That focused and sharp gaze earned a bit of appreciation from Arthas.
In this era, women with such professional quality and unique charm were rare.
Aside from Peggy Carter, this was perhaps the second ordinary human woman he had encountered in this worldwho he found somewhat interesting.
Just as Arthas withdrew his gaze and prepared to push the door open and step out,
the female reporter seemed to sense the gaze coming from his direction. She snapped her head around, her bright, large eyes accurately capturing Arthas as he stepped out of the car.
Although Arthas wasn't wearing a the military uniform, his well-tailored, high-end bespoke suit and his noble, standout aura—like a crane among chickens even in a crowd—
immediately made her realize that this was definitely no ordinary person, and perhaps even a high-ranking figure or a key Financier behind this secret project.
Chapter 175: The Proactive Attack of the Beautiful Reporter, Miss Joan Dell
The female reporter did not hesitate for a moment, not even paying attention to the surprised looks of her colleagues around her.
She stepped directly in her ten-centimeter-high thin heels, walking with light and rhythmic steps, clicking and clacking as she jogged toward where Arthas was.
The hem of her trench coat fluttered slightly as she ran, revealing a pair of slender, beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-colored Stockings.
The elastic muscle lines looked exceptionally alluring under the restraint of the Stockings, making one unable to resist the urge to reach out and stroke them.
"Sir! Please wait!"
She waved the notebook in her hand as she ran, her face brimming with a bright and confident smile—a smile that seemed to possess a magic that could instantly narrow the distance between people.
She soon reached Arthas. Although she was a bit out of breath, the two full mounds of soft flesh on her chest rose and fell sharply with her breathing.
She still tried her best to maintain an elegant posture, quickly adjusting her breathing and generously extending a hand to introduce herself.
"Hello, I am a reporter for the Metropolis Daily, Miss Joan Dell."
"It is a great honor to meet you here."
"If I'm not mistaken, you must be an important visitor to this base?"
"I wonder if I could take a few minutes of your time for an exclusive interview?"
Arthas looked at the bold, perhaps even slightly reckless, beautiful reporter before him, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
He did not refuse the extended hand, but instead gently grasped her fingertips.
The feel was indeed as soft and delicate as he had expected, even carrying a hint of slight warmth from her running.
"Miss Joan Dell Miss?"
Arthas repeated her name in a low voice, his gaze unscrupulously sweeping over her face, which was flushed with excitement, and her heaving chest.
That aggressive gaze caused Miss Joan Dell's heart to race for some unknown reason, and the flush on her face deepened.
"It seems Dell Miss is not only beautiful but also has very sharp eyes."
Arthas let go of her hand. He did not get angry because of her abruptness; instead, he found it to be quite an interesting experience.
In this world full of intrigue and life-and-death struggles, flirting with a clever and beautiful little wildcat occasionally seemed like a good way to relax.
"Since the beauty is being so proactive, if I refuse again, wouldn't that be too insensitive?"
Arthas said with a smile, a hint of teasing in his tone.
"What do you want to ask? About the so-called Super Soldier Project? Or about me personally?"
Miss Joan Dell clearly hadn't expected this seemingly unattainable big shot to be so easy to talk to, or even a bit... flirtatious?
She was stunned for a moment, then the surprise in her eyes grew even stronger. Her professional instinct allowed her to quickly seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She quickly flipped open her notebook, pulled out the fountain pen clipped to her chest, and began asking questions like a barrage of bullets while recording.
"Both! I would like to ask what your views are on the the military's Super Soldier Project?"
"Do you believe it's truly possible to create warriors who surpass ordinary people through scientific means?"
"Also, have you heard anything about the rumors circulating recently that the Nazis are conducting secret human experiments?"
"As a... gentleman who seems to have a very high status, what kind of role do you play in this program?"
Arthas couldn't help but be amused as he watched her working so seriously.
Although this woman was somewhat eager for quick success.
Her persistence for the truth and her passion for news were not annoying; instead, they exuded a fresh vitality.
He didn't answer her questions immediately but took a step closer to her.
The shadow cast by his tall frame instantly enveloped Miss Joan Dell. The distance between them was so close that they could clearly smell each other's scent.
The faint scent of cologne on Arthas, mixed with an indescribable masculine aura, caused Miss Joan Dell's brain to stall for a moment, and her hand holding the pen trembled involuntarily.
"Dell Miss has a lot of questions, but some of them involve the military secrets, so I can't just speak carelessly."
Arthas lowered his voice and leaned into her ear, speaking in an ambiguous tone that only the two of them could hear.
"However, my name is Arthas Odinson. As for the role I play... you can understand it as me being an enthusiastic citizen who is full of curiosity about this and happy to provide some 'little help'."
"As for whether the Super Soldier can succeed... I can tell you."
"Miracles often only favor those with firm convictions, no matter how weak or insignificant that person may seem."
Miss Joan Dell felt a wave of numbness in her ear. The hot breath Arthas exhaled while speaking teased her nerves like a feather, making her whole body feel a bit weak.
She suppressed the urge to step back and tried her best to maintain her outward composure.
But her watery eyes were already filled with panic and shyness.
This man was too dangerous, almost like a walking hormone transmitter. Even she, who was used to all kinds of scenes, found it a bit hard to handle.
But at the same time, a strong sense of curiosity and a desire to conquer rose in her heart, wanting to explore the true face behind this man's mysterious veil.
"It seems you have a lot of confidence in that program."
Miss Joan Dell took a deep breath and pulled back slightly, trying to find her own rhythm.
"Then, may I include these words of yours in the report?"
"Although there are no specific details, this itself is a very valuable statement of attitude."
"In addition... if it's convenient, I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"
"I think in such a relaxed environment, we could talk about some deeper and more interesting topics, not just about the Super Soldier, but also about... you."
Arthas raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected this little wildcat to be so good at taking advantage of the situation; not only did she get interview material, but she also dared to proactively ask for a dinner date.
This courage was indeed worthy of her beauty.
He looked at Miss Joan Dell's eyes, which were full of expectation and flirtatiousness, and the urge to tease her grew even stronger.
"Dinner together?"
Arthas rubbed his chin, putting on a thoughtful look.
"That's a good suggestion."
"However, my time is very precious. The people who want to invite me to dinner could line up from here to Metropolis."
"Why do you think I would accept your invitation?"
"Just because you're beautiful?"
"Although... that is indeed a very big plus."
Chapter 176: Intuition
Hearing this, Miss Joan Dell was not discouraged; instead, she puffed out her chest, showcasing her impressive curves, a confident smile spreading across her face.
"Besides beauty, I also have the sharp intuition of a journalist and an extensive intelligence network."
She winked, her tone carrying a hint of slyness.
"I might know some inside information that even the the military doesn't have, like... about that mysterious Hellfire Club, or some dangerous forces lurking in the New Yorkunderground."
"I imagine such things would be quite attractive to a big shot like you, wouldn't they?"
This time, Arthas was truly a bit surprised.
This woman actually knew about the Hellfire Club?
It seemed she wasn't just a simple eye-candy journalist; there might be more to her connections.
This made his interest in Miss Joan Dell even stronger—not just physically, but also in the intellect and ambition hidden beneath her beautiful exterior.
"Interesting."
Arthas nodded, the smile on his lips deepening.
"It seems I shouldn't underestimate you, Miss Dell."
"Fine, since you're so smart and beautiful, I'll accept your invitation."
"But I have things to do tonight, so let's make it another day."
"Give me your contact information, and I'll have someone reach out to you when the time comes."
When Miss Joan Dell heard Arthas agree, a flash of surprise and joy erupted in her eyes. She hurriedly pulled a business card from her trench coat pocket and handed it to Arthas with both hands, her movements respectful yet flirtatious.
"This is my business card. It has my private number on it. I'll be waiting for your call at any time."
As she handed over the card, her finger intentionally or unintentionally brushed lightly against Arthas's palm—an extremely subtle yet daring hint.
Arthas took the card, glanced at the name and the string of numbers, then casually tucked it into his jacket pocket.
He checked his watch, knowing the time was almost up and the show at the base was about to begin.
"Alright, Miss Dell, that's enough for today's interview."
"I have important matters to attend to, so I won't stay here in the sun with you any longer."
"Remember, some news is worth digging for, but some news... if you dig too deep, you might just bury yourself in it."
After saying that, Arthas didn't give her another chance to speak and turned directly toward the base gates. The guards at the entrance had already received notice; seeing Arthas approach, they immediately saluted and let him through without even checking his ID.
Miss Joan Dell stood there, watching that tall, upright back disappear into the base gates, feeling a sense of loss yet also the excitement of having caught a big fish.
She looked down at her notebook, which only had a few lines written in it, and a triumphant smile appeared on her lips.
Although she hadn't gotten any substantial scoops, being able to establish such a connection was already the greatest harvest for her.
That man... was definitely no ordinary person. There was a fascinatingly dangerous aura about him, like a bottomless vortex that made her want to jump in and investigate even though she knew the danger.
"Arthas... Odins Son..."
She murmured Arthas's name in her heart, her eyes shining with the light of a hunter seeing its prey.
"I will definitely dig out your secrets. Whether you are a god or a devil, I will make you... my exclusive headline."
Meanwhile, Arthas, who had already entered the base, didn't pay much mind to the little interlude.
To him, Miss Joan Dell was like an exquisite dessert—something to be tasted occasionally outside of a meal, but never something that would affect his main mission.
His current goal was clear: to witness Steve Rogers' transformation firsthand and... to fulfill the bet he had with Peggy Carter.
Arthas walked with his hands in the pockets of his expensive, custom-made suit, his steps leisurely and confident as he passed through the heavily guarded wire-mesh gates of the Strategic Scientific Reserve base and headed toward the Training Ground in the inner core area.
At this moment, Peggy Carter was holding a thick file, standing by the command platform at the edge of the Training Ground, her brow slightly furrowed as she stared at the soldiers performing a weighted cross-country run in the distance.
Her crisp, dark green the military uniform wrapped perfectly around her curvaceous figure, making her look both capable and sharp while also exuding an undeniable feminine charm—like a red rose blooming amidst smoke and steel, beautiful yet thorny.
"It seems our Agent Carter isn't in a very good mood today. Is it because that little guy hasn't reached the finish line yet, or because you've been thinking about someone who's about to win the bet?"
Arthas's slightly teasing, magnetic voice rang out behind Carter. Peggy Carter whipped her head around and saw the man who had been making her emotions fluctuate these past few days standing there with a bright smile.
In that instant, a flicker of surprise and joy actually flashed across her normally serious and tense face.
Although she quickly masked this emotion with professional indifference, that fleeting moment of tenderness did not escape Arthas's eyes.
"Mr. Arthas, this is a restricted the military area, not your private garden. Please do not make such pointless jokes during training hours."
Peggy Carter closed the file in her hand, trying to keep her tone businesslike.
But her beautiful brown eyes never left Arthas's face, her gaze carrying a sense of inquiry and expectation that she herself hadn't even noticed.
"Don't be so serious, Peggy."
Arthas wasn't deterred by her coldness; instead, he pushed further and walked to her side, even naturally calling her by her first name.
The distance between them was so close that they could clearly smell each other's scent.
"I am the biggest sponsor of this project and half the boss here."
"Coming to inspect the results of my investment and see if I can collect my 'dividends' early... that's not too much to ask, is it?"
Peggy Carter felt a bit uneasy under his direct gaze, her cheeks heating up slightly.
She turned her head to avoid Arthas's eyes and looked toward the distant Training Ground.
"Steve is still working hard. The selection isn't over yet; it's too early to talk about winning or losing."
"Besides, Colonel Phillips doesn't think much of him. He thinks Steve is too frail and won't be able to withstand the power of the Serum."
"Colonel Phillips is an excellent soldier, but he is too superstitious about muscle and physique."
Arthas followed her gaze and saw the thin figure running desperately at the back of the pack, like a stubborn lone wolf.
Chapter 177: Trial of the Brave
Though his face was covered in dust and he was panting heavily, an inextinguishable fire burned within his eyes.
"And a Super Soldier needs more than just a strong body; they need a strong heart."
"Peggy, you should know this better than I do, shouldn't you?"
The two stood side-by-side on the command platform, talking in low voices as they watched the training below.
They didn't hold hands or have any intimate physical contact like an ordinary couple.
But the naturally flowing atmosphere of mutual understanding, the occasional exchange of a look or a smile, felt more ambiguous and moving than any intimate gesture.
From time to time, Arthas would point at a soldier and offer a few comments; his unique insights made Carter nod frequently. Meanwhile, Carter would explain details of the training programs to Arthas, her focused and serious expression leaving him somewhat entranced.
On another observation tower not far away, two men in different uniforms were taking in the whole scene.
One of them, wearing a white lab coat and sporting a signature mustache, was the famous Genius scientist and playboy—Howard Stark.
Standing beside him was a serious-faced, white-haired old soldier: Colonel Phillips, the Commander of the Strategic Scientific Reserve.
"Hey, old Chester, who's that guy?"
Howard held a telescope-like instrument, observing Arthas and Carter from a distance as he asked in a sour tone.
"How did he manage to start hitting on our 'English Rose' right away?"
"I've seen Carter be cold to everyone usually, so why is she chatting so happily with this fellow?"
"This isn't scientific. Has my charm lost its effect?"
Colonel Phillips glanced at the man beside him whose head was filled with nothing but inventions and women, and gave a cold, annoyed snort.
"That is Duke Arthas Odinson, the biggest financial backer of this project."
"As for why he could pick up Carter... I suppose it's because he has better taste than you and was faster to make a move."
"Stop thinking about it and get back to work. I don't want to see two big investors fighting in my base over jealousy."
Hearing this, Howard shrugged helplessly and said:
"Hmm, this is truly unfair."
"We're both investors, yet he's there leisurely picking up girls while I'm here working miserably."
"Is there no justice? Is there no law?"
"I want to talk about the weather and ideals with a beautiful woman too."
"Who told you to be our chief scientist?"
Colonel Phillips shot him down without mercy.
"And do you call that picking up girls? You call that harassment."
"Mr. Arthas at least looks like a gentleman, though I also find him a bit... unfathomable."
"But he's quick to provide funding. As long as it doesn't affect the project, I couldn't care less about his private life."
"Fine, fine, you're the boss, you call the shots."
Howard sighed, threw the telescope to a nearby assistant, and said with an indignant look:
"But next time I get the chance, I'm definitely going to compete with this guy to see whose seduction skills are better and who the true king of charm is."
"I don't believe it. With the name Howard Stark, could I really lose to some Duke?"
"I don't care about such nonsense, but stay away from Agent Carter."
Colonel Phillips warned; he had long heard of this Geniusscientist's romantic escapades.
"I don't want such trivial matters affecting the team's morale."
"Also, how is the equipment debugging for the industrial section going?"
"The final experiment is in two days. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible."
"I know, I know. Who am I? I'm Howard Stark. The word 'failure' isn't in my dictionary."
Howard waved his hand impatiently and turned toward the laboratory.
"Alright, I'm going to get busy."
"Go check the Training Ground. That little guy Erskinepicked—I really don't see anything special about him."
Colonel Phillips watched Howard's departing back, shook his head helplessly, adjusted his military cap, and walked toward the Training Ground with steady steps.
He was also full of doubt regarding Steve Rogers. He felt that choosing such a scrawny kid, who couldn't even meet the passing grade, as the sole experimental subject was a massive gamble, even a farce.
At this moment, the atmosphere on the Training Groundgrew heavy. The soldiers had just finished a round of high-intensity physical training, and they were all slumped on the ground like dogs, panting heavily.
Although Steve Rogers had the worst stamina, he still persisted until the end. Right now, he was propping himself up with his hands on his knees, his whole body trembling as sweat dripped like rain onto the parched earth.
But his eyes still stared stubbornly at the flagpole ahead, as if he would never fall as long as he had one breath left.
Colonel Phillips walked to the front of the line, his eyes scanning the exhausted soldiers like a hawk, finally resting on that small figure, his brows furrowing deeply.
He turned his head and looked at Doctor Abraham Erskine, who had been standing nearby with an expectant face, and said bluntly:
"This is the one you chose? An asthmatic who can't even do a few push-ups?"
"Doctor, I know you're a Genius, but I really doubt if you're joking with me."
"A Super Soldier needs a strong physique, a War Machinethat can go directly to the battlefield and kill enemies, not a weakling who needs a nanny."
"Colonel, I've told you many times."
Doctor Erskine pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose; his tone was gentle but exceptionally firm.
"The Super Soldier Serum not only amplifies a person's physical strength, it amplifies their inner qualities."
"If they are bad, they become worse; if they are good, they become better."
"We need a person with a perfect character, not a perfect bully."
"Steve... he has a heart of gold, which is something no amount of strong muscle can replace."
"Heart?"
"Can a heart stop bullets? Can a heart blow up a bunker?"
Colonel Phillips clearly couldn't accept this idealistic theory. He pointed at a burly, muscular soldier nearby named Hodge.
"Look at Gilmore Hodge. He's the strongest and best soldier here, ranking first in every assessment."
"If we give him the serum, we'll have a true super warrior."
"But that little guy... giving him the serum is a complete waste of resources, and it might even kill him."
Chapter 178: The Trial
The two of them argued relentlessly by the edge of the Training Ground, neither able to convince the other.
Arthas and Carter also walked over, standing quietly to the side and listening.
Carter looked at Doctor Erskine with some concern. Although she supported the doctor's theory, she also knew that in the military, strength was the ultimate truth.
Meanwhile, Arthas wore an expression of utter calm, even a faint, elusive smile playing at the corner of his lips, as if he had long anticipated this scene.
"It seems Colonel Phillips still holds quite a prejudice against Steve,"
Arthas leaned close to Carter's ear and whispered softly.
"But that's only natural. In his worldview, strong equals powerful."
"But he'll soon understand what true power really is."
Carter turned her head to look at him and asked in a low voice.
"Are you really so certain?"
"What if... what if Steve truly isn't up to it?"
"There is no 'what if'."
Arthas smiled confidently.
"Just watch. The good show is about to begin."
At that moment, the deadlocked Colonel Phillips seemed to lose his patience, deciding to prove his point with facts.
He suddenly reached to his waist and pulled out an olive-green hand grenade—a training grenade, but one that looked exactly like the real thing.
He pulled the pin and threw it directly into the midst of the resting soldiers, shouting loudly at the same time.
"Grenade!"
The olive-green metal lump traced a parabola through the air, landing heavily in the crowd with a dull thud.
"Ah! Grenade!"
"Run!"
The soldiers, who had been lounging on the ground moments before, erupted in panic at the sight. Like ants from a disturbed nest, they let out frightened screams, instinctively scrambling wildly in all directions, seeking cover.
Even the brawny Hodge, who had just been praised by Colonel Phillips, was so terrified he hid behind a truck, not daring to show his head.
However, just as everyone was busy fleeing for their lives, the weakest among them, Steve Rogers, who was usually always mocked, did something utterly unexpected.
Without any hesitation, not even a moment to think, he lunged forward in a flying tackle, using his own frail body to press down tightly on the grenade, while clutching his head with both hands and shouting loudly to his panicked comrades around him.
"Go! Get away! Hit the ground!"
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the anticipated explosion.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The expected explosion did not come. The grenade Stevewas lying on top of remained still and silent.
A deathly silence fell over the Training Ground, broken only by Steve's rapid, nervous breathing echoing in the air.
"What... what's going on?"
The soldiers hiding in the distance cautiously peeked out, looking at Steve still lying prone on the ground, their faces filled with confusion and shock.
Colonel Phillips watched the scene, a complex expression appearing on his originally stern, rigid face—shock, shame, and a hint of barely perceptible admiration.
"It was a dummy grenade. There's no explosive inside,"
Doctor Erskine walked over with a smile, a note of pride in his voice.
"But this proves everything."
"At the moment of life and death, only Steve chose to sacrifice himself to protect others."
"This is the person I've been looking for. This is the quality a Super Soldier should possess—courage and the spirit of sacrifice."
Only then did Steve react. He lifted his head somewhat dazedly, looked at the grenade beneath him, then at his comrades around him who had been mocking him moments before but were now gazing at him with awe.
Finally, his gaze settled on Doctor Erskine, and he scratched his head a bit sheepishly.
"Was it a dud? Or..."
"Not a dud. A touchstone,"
Arthas, holding Carter's hand, walked over. Looking at Steve still lying on the ground, a glint of appreciation flashed in his eyes.
"Colonel, I imagine you have no more objections now?"
Arthas turned his head, looked at the old soldier who was now somewhat speechless, and asked with a smile.
"Doesn't a man who dares to throw his body on a grenade deserve to become a Super Soldier?"
Colonel Phillips was silent for a moment, gave Steve a deep look, then sighed, nodded, and said,
"You're right, Doctor."
"Perhaps... you're right."
"He's got guts."
Having said that, he turned and left the Training Ground. His retreating figure seemed somewhat lonely, but also carried a sense of release.
He was stubborn, but he was also an upright soldier. He admitted he had misjudged.
"Whoa, that was cool,"
Hodge, who had been hiding behind the truck, stood up somewhat awkwardly. Looking at Steve surrounded by everyone, although he felt a bit resentful in his heart, he could only concede defeat.
After all, in that instant, he had indeed chosen to run, while the little guy he looked down on had chosen to sacrifice himself.
"It seems I've won this round,"
Arthas turned around, looked at Peggy Carter beside him, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.
"Steve passed the selection, and in the most perfect way possible."
"So, Miss Carter, do you concede defeat?"
Peggy Carter looked at Steve, who still seemed somewhat shy and bewildered amidst the crowd.
She turned her head, looked at Arthas's handsome and confident face, and finally allowed a genuine smile to touch the corners of her lips.
"Yes, you've won."
Carter admitted frankly. This time, her tone lacked the previous coldness and resistance, instead carrying a touch of softness and recognition.
"Your judgment is indeed better than mine, and better than the Colonel's."
"Steve... he's a true hero."
"And our date..."
Arthas deliberately drew out the last word, his eyes full of anticipation and playful teasing.
"Although he hasn't officially received the serum to become a Super Soldier yet, that's only a matter of time."
Carter shrugged, putting on a helpless expression, but the smile at the corner of her eyes betrayed her current good mood.
"Alright, given your sharp judgment and the fact that you're a major benefactor, I can make an exception just this once."
"Tonight... I'm free."
"Then it's settled."
Arthas nodded with satisfaction, feeling secretly pleased.
Not only had he won the bet, but more importantly, the stereotype of a "playboy" in Carter's mind had been completely shattered. It was replaced by the image of a mysterious man with insight, depth, and undeniable charm.
This move had been executed perfectly.
"However, I have one condition,"
Carter suddenly changed tack, a hint of cunning in her eyes.
"None of those overly luxurious, noisy places."
"I want to find a quiet spot to have a proper chat... about your story."
"No problem,"
Arthas readily agreed.
"I know a very nice, discreet restaurant. The jazz there is excellent, and... the steak is done just right."
"I think you'll like it."
Chapter 179: The Fall of the English Rose
With Steve passing the test, the atmosphere of the entire base underwent a subtle change.
The soldiers' attitude toward Steve shifted from ridicule to admiration; although some still wondered if his small frame could survive the experiment, at least no one dared to question his qualifications to his face anymore.
Howard Stark also emerged from the laboratory; having heard about what just happened, he developed a keen interest in the little guy.
After all, someone brave enough to use their body to block a grenade, even if they were a madman, was a madman worthy of respect.
"Hey, little guy, I heard you did something big just now?"
Howard walked up to Steve and patted him on the shoulder, acting like they were old friends.
"Not bad, you've got some guts."
"I'll prepare the best equipment for the experiment in a couple of days, guaranteed to make you the coolest soldier in all of the United States."
"I'm Howard Stark. Remember the name, because from now on, all your gear will be engraved with my logo."
Steve looked at this overly enthusiastic scientist and gave a somewhat shy smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Stark."
"I'll do my best."
As night fell, the hustle and bustle within the basegradually subsided.
Arthas changed into a set of casual clothes and parked his black sedan outside Peggy's dormitory.
Before long, Peggy Carter stepped out.
Tonight, she wasn't wearing her iconic military uniform; instead, she had changed into a deep red, form-fitting dress. The color was like a mellow red wine, making her skin appear even fairer than snow.
The dress was perfectly tailored, outlining her graceful waist and slender legs. She wore a pair of small black high heels, and her hair had been specially styled, radiating a charming curl.
"Wow."
Arthas leaned against the car door, watching the beautiful figure walking toward him, and couldn't help but whistle.
"Even though I knew you'd be beautiful, tonight you... are simply breathtakingly beautiful."
"It looks like I'll have to book the entire restaurant, or I'm afraid other men will want to duel me the moment they see you."
Carter rolled her eyes at him, but the smile on her face grew even brighter.
She walked up to Arthas and gracefully took his arm.
"Stop being so glib, Duke Arthas."
"I'm starving. If the food at your restaurant isn't good, I'm leaving at any moment."
"Don't worry, my taste never disappoints."
Arthas gentlemanly opened the car door for her, escorted her inside, then sat in the driver's seat and started the engine.
"Whether it's for food, or for people."
"Tonight will be an unforgettable night."
The sedan slowly drove out of the base, merging into the brilliant night of New York.
The black sedan cruised steadily through the bustling streets of New York. Outside the window, the neon lights flashed past Peggy Carter's exquisite profile like a flowing river of color, adding a touch of blurred light and shadow to her already radiant face.
Soft, soothing classical music flowed within the car—a playlist Arthas had specifically chosen to be neither dull nor overly heavy, creating a relaxing and pleasant atmosphere.
Peggy Carter didn't maintain her usual mission-ready vigilance. Instead, she leaned lazily against the soft leather seat, turning her head. Her brown eyes, filled with a hint of inquiry and curiosity, quietly observed Arthas as he focused on driving.
This man was impeccable from every angle. His slender fingers lightly gripped the steering wheel, and the expensive watch on his wrist shimmered with a low-key light in the dimness. The lines of his profile were resolute yet soft, especially the faint, lingering smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he had a complete sense of control over everything in this world.
"What are you looking at? Did you suddenly realize that after taking off that somewhat rigid military uniform, I'm actually a pretty good date?"
Arthas didn't turn his head, still looking straight ahead, but he seemed to sense Carter's gaze. His voice, tinged with amusement, broke the silence in the car.
"I was thinking, why would a man like you—with wealth, status, and such a charming appearance—choose to come here during these war-torn times and participate in a Super Soldier Project that most people might not favor?"
Carter didn't dodge his teasing; instead, she directly voiced the doubt in her heart. She was curious about this man's motives—it wasn't just for profit; there seemed to be something else driving him.
Arthas chuckled softly and turned the steering wheel, guiding the car into a relatively quiet street.
"Perhaps it's because I see things that others don't."
"War is cruel; it destroys all beautiful things. But it is precisely this extreme destruction that gives birth to the most brilliant light of humanity."
"That little guy named Steve has that kind of light within him."
"As for me... you can think of me as Collector who loves to gather treasures. In this era, the most precious treasures aren't gold or diamonds, but the heroes who can change the world."
"Collector?"
"That's a fresh metaphor."
Carter nodded thoughtfully. Although she still felt Arthaswas somewhat mysterious, this explanation seemed reasonable enough—at least far nobler than a merchant purely looking to profit from war.
"However, since you say Steve is a treasure, what about you? What do you think you are?"
"Me?"
Seizing the gap while waiting at a red light, Arthasturned and looked deeply at Carter, his amber eyes seemingly hiding a profound starry sky.
"I am but a passerby, an observer."
"But I hope that in the near future, I can become a Guardian, or... at least someone remembered by a certain beautiful lady."
Carter's heart skipped a beat under his direct gaze. She hurriedly looked away, pretending to watch the scenery outside the window.
"Then you'd better perform well tonight, Duke Arthas."
"My memory is very selective; it only remembers people or things that truly touch me."
The sedan finally stopped in front of a hidden restaurant in Manhattan's Upper East Side. There was no conspicuous sign, only a low-key wooden storefront. A waiter in a tuxedo stood at the entrance, and seeing Arthas's car stop, he immediately stepped forward respectfully to open the door.
This was a members-only private club restaurant, accessible only to the true top elite. The environment was private and elegant, making it an excellent venue for a date.
Chapter 180: A Date
The two entered the restaurant, immediately enveloped by its warm and elegant ambiance.
Soft candlelight flickered, the air was filled with a faint scent of lavender and the rich aroma of fine red wine, and a well-dressed pianist played a melodious jazz tune in the corner.
A waiter led them to a table by the floor-to-ceiling window, where they could enjoy the night view outside while remaining relatively private, undisturbed by other guests.
Arthas, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Carter, waiting for her to sit before taking his seat opposite her.
He didn't rush to order food, instead first ordering a bottle of excellent vintage red wine, and as the waiter poured, he gazed at Carter with an appreciative look.
"This bottle of wine is to celebrate our meeting tonight."
"And of course, it's for the lady before me, who is even more intoxicating than the wine."
"Are you always such a smooth talker?"
Carter picked up her wine glass, gently swirling the deep red liquid inside, looking at Arthas through the glass with a hint of charm in her eyes.
"I have to admit, your sweet words are quite deadly. No wonder those nurses at the base can't resist you."
"They are them, and you are Peggy Carter."
Arthas raised his glass and lightly clinked it against hers, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.
"In this world, some people can make you fall in love at first sight, while others need to be savored with care."
"You are the kind of woman who becomes more enchanting the more you savor her, just like this wine. It might be slightly astringent at first taste, but the aftertaste is endlessly sweet."
Dinner proceeded very pleasantly. The two talked about everything from the Super Soldier Project to the war situation, from the rainy weather in Britain to jazz music in the United States. Arthas's profound knowledge and humorous conversation greatly surprised Carter.
She discovered that this man was not just a glib playboy; he had unique insights into history, art, and even philosophy. Moreover, his views on the war were exceptionally profound, neither blindly optimistic nor overly pessimistic, but rather imbued with a transcendent rationality and compassion.
"You know, Peggy,"
Arthas cut a small piece of steak, chewed it carefully, and then said.
"This war will eventually end. The Nazis will be defeated, and peace will return."
"But what I'm more concerned about is what the world will be like after the war."
"When external enemies disappear, will internal human conflicts re-erupt?"
"Will the Super Weapons created ultimately protect peace, or become new threats?"
Carter put down her knife and fork, her expression becoming somewhat serious.
"This is also a concern I've always had."
"Steve is a good man, but I don't know if he can maintain his original intention if he truly gains that kind of power."
"And... besides Steve, if this technology falls into the wrong hands, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"This is also why I joined the Strategic Scientific Reserve, not just to win the war, but also to prevent this power from getting out of control."
"This is why the world needs people like you, Peggy."
Arthas looked into her eyes, his tone sincere and firm.
"You need to constantly remind those who possess power not to forget what they are fighting for."
Hearing these words, a warm current surged through Carter's heart.
She had always felt that she was just a supporting character, or even a mere ornament, in this male-dominated army.
But Arthas saw her value and affirmed her role. This made her feel a sense of being understood and respected that she had never experienced before.
"Thank you, Arthas."
"No one has ever said these things to me before."
"They only see me as a woman, or an Agent, but no one truly cares what I'm thinking."
As dinner progressed, two bottles of red wine were emptied. A charming blush appeared on Carter's face, and her eyes became somewhat hazy.
The alcohol allowed her to shed her usual defenses, making her more relaxed and bold.
She began to actively share some amusing stories from her childhood in Britain with Arthas, even imitating Colonel Phillips's rigid tone, which made Arthas laugh heartily.
"I never imagined our cool and elegant female Agent had such a cute side."
Arthas looked at the slightly tipsy woman, laughing so hard her shoulders shook, and his heart stirred.
At this moment, Carter was no longer the aloof ice queen, but an ordinary woman full of charm. That contrasting cuteness was simply irresistible.
"Of course, I'm also human, with all the emotions and desires."
Carter, somewhat dazed by drink, propped her chin and stared intently at Arthas.
"But you, are you really as perfect as you appear?"
"Or is this just a disguise?"
"I always feel that you hide many secrets, so many that even I can't see through them."
"Everyone has secrets, Peggy."
Arthas reached out and gently took her hand on the table, his fingertips lightly caressing her delicate skin.
"If everything were revealed at once, wouldn't that take away much of the fun of discovery?"
"How about we keep these secrets and uncover them little by little in the days to come, what do you say?"
Carter did not pull her hand back; instead, she clasped Arthas's large hand, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from his palm.
"The days to come... that sounds like a good suggestion."
She murmured softly, her eyes sparkling with a light called 'infatuation'.
After dinner, Arthas did not take Carter directly back but suggested a walk in a nearby park to digest their meal.
Carter gladly agreed.
It was late, and the park was empty, with only the dim streetlights elongating their shadows.
They walked side by side on the path covered with fallen leaves. Although they didn't speak, the quiet and beautiful atmosphere made them feel incredibly comfortable.
A late evening breeze blew, and Carter instinctively Shrinkher neck, feeling a bit cold.
Arthas immediately took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
The jacket, carrying Arthas's body heat and scent, instantly enveloped Carter, making her feel a cherished warmth.
"Thank you."
She turned her head, looking at Arthas, who was now only wearing a White shirt, her eyes full of gratitude.
"As a gentleman, it's what I should do."
Arthas said with a smile, then naturally put his arm around her shoulders, bringing them closer.
"Besides, I wouldn't want you to catch a cold because of our date tonight; that would break my heart."
Carter did not refuse his embrace; instead, she leaned into his arms obediently, feeling his firm chest and strong heartbeat.
In this moment, she forgot about the war, forgot about her mission, and just wanted to immerse herself in this rare tenderness and sweetness.
They walked like that, embracing, for a while until it was time to go back.
Arthas drove Carter to her dormitory building.