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Shabby shook his head desperately.
Oh God... that was the last line of defense for human dignity.
"Would Batman have this kind of trouble? No, he has a utility belt."
"Would Iron Man have this kind of trouble? No, he has his iron armor."
"Only me..."
Shabby thought with grief and indignation.
"Only me, Shabby, needs to use this... this shameful way to save the World."
But in the next second, those online comments surfaced in his mind again.
"The Invisible Man? You mean that sidekick?"
"Shabby? Is there such a person in The Seven?"
"Is his superpower transparency? Isn't he just a pervert who only knows how to peep?"
These words pierced his heart like poisonous thorns.
A nobody or World-famous?
Time passed minute by minute in his internal struggle.
He didn't want to be that dispensable background character anymore.
He wanted to be a hero, to stand in the spotlight, and to make those who looked down on him shut up.
"If I don't go all out, I'll be a joke for the rest of my life."
Shabby gritted his teeth, looking at the metal ball in his hand.
"Think about it, when everyone else is helpless, only I, Shabby Loudon, pull out the divine artifact at the critical moment and subdue the banshee... what glory that would be!"
"This is saving the World... for justice, what does this little sacrifice matter?"
"Endure it... just for a moment... for glory..."
Just as Shabby gritted his teeth, preparing to face that tearing fate.
"I'm serious, Jane, that hammer strike was simply too cool. You should have seen Thor's expression at the time; it was like he'd swallowed a toad raw."
Angela's voice, accompanied by a chorus of footsteps, came from behind him.
Immediately after, that red and blue figure was the first to arrive before him.
It was Anthony.
Following behind him were Jessica Jones, Wanda Maximoff, Angela, Pepper Potts, and a valiant Jane Foster carrying Mjolnir.
Shabby was scared out of his wits by this sudden sound.
"Holy crap!"
His hand shook.
The Magic Gag fell to the floor with a 'clang,' rolled twice, and stopped in the middle of the corridor.
"Shabby?"
Homelander said, looking at the air ahead with a strange expression.
The women behind him also stared in this direction with the same puzzled eyes.
"I..."
Shabby's brain instantly went blank.
He wanted to die.
He really wanted to die.
If there were a crack in the ground right now, he would definitely dive in without hesitation, even if it were full of lava.
But in the next second, he reacted.
Wait... I'm invisible!
They can't see me! They can't see the shameful posture I was just in!
As long as I don't admit it, no one can prove I wanted to... "I... that..."
Shabby hurriedly straightened his back, his voice coming from the air, carrying a clear tremble.
"Boss! I... I'm in an ambush! Yes! I'm looking for the best tactical position!"
"Ambush?"
Jessica stepped forward, picked up the metal ball from the ground, and raised an eyebrow.
"You call this an ambush?"
She pointed to the empty corridor in front of her.
As a private detective who once struggled in Hells Kitchen, Jessica had logical reasoning skills.
"When we just got out of the elevator, this ball was suspended in the air, at a height roughly below your waist and above your knees."
Jessica narrowed her eyes, sizing up the patch of air.
"Then it fell down."
"And, I think I just saw this thing... shaking up and down?"
Jessica paused, a look of realization appearing on her face.
She suddenly covered her mouth and took a step back, as if she had thought of something incredible.
"My God... Shabby, you wouldn't be trying to..."
Wanda looked at Jessica blankly: "Trying to what? What's wrong?"
"No! I wasn't! Don't talk nonsense!"
Shabby broke down, shouting in the air.
"Slander! Boss! She's slandering me!!"
"Even if you're the Big Sis, I'll still sue you for defamation!!"
Wanda was bewildered and turned to ask Jessica: "What is it? What did he want to do? Why is he reacting so strongly?"
Angela also shrugged: "Maybe the psychological pressure is too much?"
Jane was also confused; her only focus right now was to go find trouble with that banshee.
"Shut up, Shabby." Jessica rolled her eyes, but looking at the several women around her who didn't know the truth, she still sighed.
If this were said out loud, not only would Shabby suffer a social death, but the entire reputation of The Seven would be ruined.
"It's nothing."
Jessica waved her hand, explaining in a stiff tone.
"I saw the height and trajectory just now... well, it looked like he was practicing throwing."
"Right! Throwing!"
"He might have wanted to... like playing softball, throw that ball into Lorelei's mouth."
"This requires extreme precision and... core strength."
"Is that so?" Wanda nodded as if she half-understood. "That indeed sounds quite difficult."
The sound of Shabby exhaling in relief came from the air.
"Yes, yes, yes! That's it! This move is called 'Ghost Strike'! I was looking for the angle! The angle!"
Homelander looked at the two of them playing along and couldn't help but find it funny.
However, he was a decent leader; some things are better left unsaid even if seen through.
"Since we're here, you don't have to work so hard."
"Follow us, and let's go meet that glamorous queen together."
...Inside the hall.
Lorelei was lazily reclining on her Iron Throne, swirling a red wine glass in her hand.
Several charmed male servants were kneeling on the ground, cleaning up the traces of the previous battle.
"Hurry up."
Lorelei ordered lazily.
"My warriors will soon return in triumph. I want to hold a grand victory banquet for them here."
"Thor... oh, my dear Thor."
Thinking about the eldest prince of Asgard going crazy for her, Lorelei felt a surge of pleasure.
"Even the son of odin cannot escape my grasp."
"As for those mortals of Midgard..."
She sneered and took a sip of wine.
In Lorelei's view, it was only natural.
Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, the strongest warrior in the Nine Realms besides Odin.
Since Thor had already submitted to her, these mortals of Midgard were simply nothing to fear.
"When they bring that woman back, I'll skin her and make a rug out of her."
Lorelei thought maliciously.
"Boom—!!"
The alloy door connecting the hall to the corridor was suddenly blown open violently from the outside.
Along with half the wall, it exploded inward.
The alloy door panel flew in like a piece of paper, smashing the long dining table that had just been set up.
"Are you that banshee?"
Homelander looked around this Avengers Tower, which had been transformed into a den of iniquity, his gaze finally landing on Lorelei.
His eyes carried undisguised disdain.