Upon the ruins of doomsday, the wind swirled with falling ash like snow. Toppled skyscrapers resembled the skeletal remains of giant beasts, and rusted cars lay overturned on cracked streets.
In the distance, the zombies who had failed to receive the treatment of Ian Treats Everyone Equally still wandered aimlessly through the streets, unable to compare to their colleagues who had gotten off work early by being killed by Ian.
The wind whirled with charred paper scraps and ash as it swept past. Ian stood with his hands on his hips, facing Morgan with a serious expression, attempting to correct her misguided perception.
"Morgan, since you call me Uncle Ian, I have no choice but to teach you a cruel truth—that oily, wicked old man of yours must have implanted false memories in you, making you mistakenly believe you had the honor of knowing me. Of course, in all the heavens and myriad worlds, billions of young girls have had such dreams."
"It's not entirely your father's fault for wanting his daughter to be successful," Ian said, offering his Ian-sided account. His logic-consistent way of thinking had always been his Ian-skill specialty.
Because of this, the absolute certainty in the latter half of his words wasn't a matter of whether Ian himself believed it, but rather a confidence born of his firm belief that he could make others believe it too.
"Huh?"
Morgan Stark stood beside the wreckage of the fighter jet, her helmet retracted, her chestnut curls swaying gently in the wind. She tilted her head as she looked at Ian's "my words are the truth of the universe" face.
Those large, caramel-colored eyes, identical to Tony's, were blinking brightly.
"In summary, everything about me live-streaming as a beggar was just a scheme by Tony Stark!" Ian said decisively, as if announcing a universal truth.
"Uncle Ian, your current performance makes me suspect you've been sneaking sips of the engine oil in my old man's armor again." Morgan's expression shifted from confusion to an uncontrollable urge to laugh.
"I have not!"
Ian snapped in embarrassment.
"Engine oil and gasoline both taste terrible and have no nutritional value; only cyber-people drink that. Of course, tractor exhaust is okay—it's a bit more nutritious than car exhaust."
"The seasoning isn't bad either."
Ian thought back to some of his traditional upgrade methods and couldn't help but offer a divergent, evaluative commentary. His wealth of experience caused the balance in everyone's hearts to tilt.
"I think she's right—the person who sneaks engine oil is definitely you!" Gwen covered her forehead, her tone equally decisive. She felt Morgan must have seen Ian before.
Otherwise, as a normal person, Morgan certainly wouldn't have thought of such an abstract operation from Ian.
The scene went silent.
Captain America covered his backside and whispered to the God of Thunder.
"Drank engine oil, tasted exhaust... that Evil God, was his brain pierced by Gungnir?" Speaking ill of a superior in secret might also be a tradition for a World War II veteran.
"Maybe more than that; his brain might have been chewed by himself," Thor nodded in agreement. Both were speaking in very low voices, sharing the bad habit of gossiping behind someone's back.
"My dad would never do that to me... Uncle Ian, are you sure your mind isn't just a bit muddled because you just woke up?" Morgan Stark probably knew about the fact that all souls in the Marvel Universe had fallen into a long sleep. She looked at Ian, who was somewhat different from her memory, with a suspicious expression.
"What muddle? Even if you scalded my brain with boiling water, it wouldn't be the least bit muddled. It's bulletproof, you know? A genuine super brain."
Ian only regretted that he couldn't demonstrate it on the spot.
"We really do know each other. And, my dad didn't have time for me, so you often charged a fee to keep me company... I remember that very clearly too." Morgan sighed, as if facing an unreasonable child. She reached into a storage slot in her armor for a while and then—pulled out something that caused Ian's pupils to vibrate instantly.
There it was.
"What about this then?"
Morgan Stark waved the toy in her hand.
"You should at least recognize this, right?"
She produced a toy. Every child has a toy they love, cherish, and refuse to throw away even if it looks a bit ragged.
"!!!!"
Ian's breath hitched.
It was... a Batman figure with a hundred and eight packs of abs.
Not only that.
This Batman was also bald, with only three stubborn hairs, wearing a detachable wig on his head. The weapon he held was a mini version of Superman, Clark.
Superman had been designed in a throwable dart form.
The design style was extremely distinct. With such creative design, Ian only had to look at it once to want to claim it as his own, unwilling to admit that Tony Stark also possessed such talent. He began to waver, feeling uncertain, and couldn't help but consider the possibility that this design truly originated from himself.
And behind this slightly absurd possibility, perhaps lay the hidden meaning of why one of his golden fingers was the ability to cross into the Marvel Universe at midnight.
It was no wonder Ian's attitude changed as fast as a mood swing.
He had intended to keep insisting on Tony's conspiracy theory, but this scene... was too shocking, too creative. He had to admit that this peak aesthetic doll design was not something an ordinary person could come up with.
To be able to turn Batman bald, have him walk confidently while leaning on Superman, and even carve the words "Apostle of Ian" on his chest... this was no longer a figure, but art.
It was Evil God-level art.
Aside from the Evil God himself, it was hard for anyone to appreciate this level of art.
"However, I still couldn't have actually been begging on the streets!" The thing Ian was most unwilling to believe was that description. As clever as he was, how could he fall to the point of begging?
Furthermore.
If he had traveled from the future back to the past of the Marvel Universe in an attempt to change something, the fastest way to get rich wouldn't just be stealing Tony Stark's underwear.
Of course.
There was another possibility: he was holding an Hero's Return script, where he had once been incredibly powerful in the Marvel Universe but was harmed by villains and ended up in the DC Universe or something similar.
Ian felt such a situation was too melodramatic a development; he didn't think a common story like that would happen to a world-shakingly handsome man like himself.
His refusal to yield was not hidden at all, and thus was seen by Morgan Stark.
"Nick Fury couldn't figure it out either—why, with all your skills, you were obsessed with saying 'Brothers, I've got food again' three times a day to a live-stream camera."
Morgan Stark imitated Ian's tone perfectly. "S.H.I.E.L.D. invested a huge amount of investigative resources into it; he even suspected you were streaming to people from another world."
"However, he later discovered the truth..."
She paused.
"It seems you really just like begging."
She then spoke the so-called truth with a suppressed smile. These were stories Morgan Stark's mother, Pepper Potts, had told her. Out of three thousand bedtime stories, Ian's stories accounted for more than half.
"I, the great Lord Ian, would like begging?"
Ian genuinely didn't believe it.
Morgan shrugged and explained again: "You said at first you wanted to 'retrace the path of the predecessors,' but later you felt it was too tiring, so you just went to steal my dad's underwear."
This certainly fit Ian's way of thinking.
"Don't say it, that really is something Lord Ian could do!" Thor the God of Thunder spat out a mouthful of beer and then deliberately emphasized the title "Lord Ian."
Everyone present expressed their agreement.
"Shut up! You Asgardian Beer God!" Ian glared at him in embarrassment. Thor immediately shrunk his neck, but the smile at the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed.
"Something's not right!"
Ian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He stared at Morgan, trying to find a trace of a lie in her expression, but the girl's gaze was so honest it made him feel uneasy.
"Something is indeed a bit off." Gwen was also thinking, and she rarely agreed with Ian's view. "Morgan, if this really happened before the universe reset, why do I have no memory of it at all? I remember many things before the reset, but these things you're saying... I truly have no impression of them."
Hearing this.
Morgan blinked.
"Maybe because you weren't there at the time?"
She looked at Gwen, who in her impression clearly had no superpowers.
"Impossible."
Gwen shook her head decisively. "I had many interactions with Tony Stark. I know he has a daughter, but there was never any Ian Kent in your stories."
Clearly.
The memories held by the two conflicted, so one of them must be wrong. It was just unknown whether Morgan's memory was flawed or if Gwen's memory was strange.
"Then how should I know? Anyway, that's what my dad told me. Actually, in my memory, you should have accidentally fallen to your death a long time ago."
Morgan spread her hands in helplessness.
This statement, of course, would not be accepted by Gwen.
"Are you sure your memory hasn't been tampered with?"
Gwen narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering, not just because of Morgan's curse on her, but also because Morgan's words reminded her of the manipulation Ian had used on her more than once. Things like:
*In all the heavens and worlds, only I, Ian Kent, can catch your hand in time and won't break your spine.*
"I'm sure."
Morgan offered a rebuttal without hesitation.
"I remember Uncle Ian very clearly; he was always active in various major events in New York. He even turned Thanos and Thanos's army into specimens and hung them in the universe."
"He called it 'Thanos Forest Deterrence,' saying it was more effective than Dark Forest Deterrence. That night, he snuck the cheese burger I left for my dad out of the fridge, which made my dad so mad he chased him for three streets in the Anti-Ian armor." This time, Morgan didn't tell her mother's stories but spoke of her own personal experience.
"Thanos? You mean the medicine seller?"
Thor and Cap were both a bit surprised, wondering why Ian, who seemed to be on good terms with Thanos, would hang Thanos in the universe before the universe reset.
"He wasn't just a medicine seller before. My memory on that point is quite blurry," Gwen Stacy frowned, but she didn't forget to answer her teammates' confusion.
"I still think there's something wrong with you."
Gwen looked at Morgan again.
"Maybe the one with the problem is you."
Morgan immediately countered.
As the saying goes, three women make a play; two women make two-thirds of a play. Morgan insisted her memory hadn't been tampered with, and Gwen was equally insistent on that point.
The two were pitted against each other, neither backing down.
"You two keep arguing. Call me when you're about to start tearing each other's hair out; I'll discuss this with my super brain first." Seeing this, Ian waved his hand, turned to walk to the side, and sat on a broken concrete block, resting his chin in deep thought—he also felt the situation was extremely bizarre.
"When in doubt, use quantum mechanics. Maybe they are in different quantum states?" Ian stared at the ground, and as his brain worked rapidly, terms he himself didn't quite understand began to pop up.
Gwen's memory gap was also strange. She clearly remembered many things before the reset, but had no impression of what Morgan said. The conflict between Morgan's and Gwen's memories meant at least one side's memory had been altered.
But Morgan's descriptions of the details were too specific, including the ridiculous things only he would do... if it were made up, it was far too precise. This girl hadn't seen Ian before today.
Furthermore, Tony Stark's personality assessment of Ian couldn't possibly be so accurate. One had to know that Ian rarely let himself go in front of Tony Stark.
After all, at that time he was still slightly restrained, just a civilian debut superhero.
Unless Morgan's memory came from another timeline, while Gwen's memory was a version that had been deliberately corrected. But who would do such a thing? Tony Stark? Nick Fury? Or... Ian himself? The more he thought, the more Ian felt his super brain was overloading. He couldn't help but take out a few steel blocks and start chewing.
This helped with thinking.
Just as Ian was rarely truly using his brain.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cry of alarm.
"Ian! Watch out!"
Gwen's New Spider-Sense suddenly flared. She whipped her head around toward Thor.
"Father?! No! That's not Father!"
Thor also sensed the anomaly. He looked back, and his face changed drastically—there, Odin, whom he had forgotten on the ground, had opened his eyes at some point.
Odin, or rather, Loki occupying Odin's body, slowly sat up, a cold light flashing in his single eye. He scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally locking onto Ian, who was closest to him.
In the next second, his figure suddenly vanished!
"Swish—!"
Ian was still resting his chin on one hand, posing as a thinker to encourage his brain to work. While he was paying no attention, a sharp dagger was already pressed against his throat.
"Don't move."
The voice from Odin's throat sounded low in Ian's ear.
"Nobody move!"
Loki, occupying Odin's body, used the dagger to hold Ian's neck, a cunning light flashing in his single eye. "Otherwise, I'll make this poor wretch's head leave his body!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The scene fell into a bizarre silence.
In the entire ruined city, the air was so quiet you could hear the *crunch* of Morgan eating potato chips. Cap gave a tactical cough and silently turned his face away, afraid of Odin's blood splashing onto him.
He was an Earthling, so heaven knew if Odin's blood was corrosive. Gwen began to look down at her toes, though she couldn't see them; after all, having too much "capital" was also a kind of trouble.
Thor grit his teeth, though his face showed more annoyance than worry—everyone was looking at this hostage situation with a strange attitude.
"Wow." Ian snapped back to reality and blinked. "This atmosphere is truly chilling."
Because he didn't receive the expected reaction, Loki's cold smile froze on his face. He looked around and, finding that not a single person cared about Ian's life or death, he immediately snapped in embarrassment.
"It seems your popularity is even worse than I imagined, Earthling." Loki, occupying Odin's body, mocked Ian. Internally, he also felt incredibly surprised.
No one moved.
No one was nervous.
Even... no one frowned.
Everyone just looked at Loki with strange expressions, like they were watching a kid in kindergarten snatching a toy and threatening to cry. After noticing this, Loki felt he wasn't receiving respect.
"Do you think I won't do it? I really will!" He gave a cold laugh, the tip of the blade pressing down slightly, looking like a fierce villain in an attempt to enhance his cruel image.
"Uh, about that." Ian tilted his head and suddenly asked, "You really don't recognize me?"
"A mere Earthling, a lowly species like an ant—do you think you're worthy of being remembered by me?" Loki lifted his chin contemptuously, the single eye that originally belonged to Odin flashing with cold light.
The only thing missing was wisdom. Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the look everyone gave him had changed—it was a strange expression mixed with pity and the look of someone watching a good show.
"Why didn't you pick someone else to take hostage? Why, why did you have to take him?" Thor even covered his face in pain, his shoulders shaking suspiciously.
"I'm serious!" Loki was so angry his beard was trembling. "Believe it or not, I'll slit his throat right now!"
"Be my guest." Thor made a please gesture, his tone carrying a bit of an eager-to-see-it feeling. "Do you need me to help you hold him down, King of the Frost Giants?"
His words were like lighting a powder keg.
"You—!" Loki's dagger suddenly exerted force, attempting to leave a white mark on Ian's neck. However, nothing happened, and he didn't notice this.
Loki was busy viciously threatening Thor.
"It seems you think I don't dare?" Just as Loki spoke, Captain America walked thoughtfully to the unconscious body of Loki and crouched down to pat that pale face.
"Maybe we can use this for negotiations?"
He indeed had some tactical sense. Loki's expression froze instantly.
"Heh, ridiculous." He forced himself to look calm and raised his head. "You think I'd care about this weak body? With Odin's body, I have enough to do anything!"
As he spoke, Loki's wrist suddenly exerted force, and the dagger slashed toward Ian's carotid artery—intending to give Ian a cut on the neck to prove he wasn't just talking.
At this moment.
Thor's face turned pale with shock.
"Don't!"
Thor suddenly let out a loud shout.
"Hahaha, I knew you were faking calm. You have always been very... toward your companions." Loki was about to say it was too late to beg for mercy, but then he realized Thor didn't seem to be talking to him. Before he could react, Ian had bitten down directly on both the knife and the wrist.
"Crunch!"
The sound of chewing that set one's teeth on edge interrupted Loki's threat.
"What the hell!"
Loki stared blankly down, finding Ian biting his wrist, the dagger already chewed to pieces and swallowed. Odin's golden blood slowly trickled from the corners of the man's mouth.
[Entropy Lord Experience +133]
[Savage Tyrant Experience +2000]
[Savage Tyrant Experience +2000]
[Savage Tyrant Experience +2000]
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[You have leveled up~ Obtained Job Skill Point +1, Attributes increased, World Recognition slightly increased]
[Savage Tyrant Lv12 (1433/20480)]
In terms of nourishment.
Before divine blood, all other nutritious soups seemed to suck.
One could only say Odin's body was indeed tough. Ian used every bit of strength to bite the wrist off. He didn't eat people, so he spat the wrist onto the ground.
Ian frowned and, with a ptui sound, spat Odin's wrist onto the ground. The golden divine blood was exceptionally striking on the charred earth.
"Oh! No! My father's right hand!" Thor cried out and rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, tremblingly holding the severed hand. He looked like he was experiencing a nightmare.
"Calm down, Thor-so, Big Hammer. I have super glue here." Ian waved his hand. "Odin can still use it if we stick it back on; you Asgardians have very strong recovery powers."
His comfort did not have a very good effect.
On the other side, Loki, occupying Odin's body, staggered back, his single eye full of disbelief. He looked down at his bare wrist where golden blood was gurgling out. As this blood dripped onto the ground, it actually kept sinking, as if every drop carried a weight the earth shouldn't bear.
"This is impossible..."
Loki's voice trembled. "How could you possibly harm Odin's body? His body is harder than Uru metal; it should be more stable than a neutron star—"
Since this involved the domain of the Evil God Master, he had clearly touched upon a knowledge blind spot.
"Hmm... divine blood, the taste is quite special." Ian stared at his bleeding wrist, his gaze gradually becoming excited. He licked the remaining golden blood from the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile that made Loki's hair stand on end—of course, in Ian's own view, his smile was that of a sunny, handsome young man.
Loki just wasn't into his type.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Loki suddenly retreated three steps, his face pale.
"What do I want to do?" Ian tilted his head and suddenly pulled a plastic bag with Smile of the Angel King printed on it from his pocket. "Of course, I'm going to bandage you up first."
Before Loki could react.
Ian had already appeared in front of him with a blink. With lightning speed, he slipped the plastic bag over the severed wrist and even thoughtfully tied a bow.
"There," Ian nodded with satisfaction, "this way you won't lose too much blood."
Loki: "..."
Thor: "..."
Everyone: "..."
Just as Loki was about to instinctively say thank you.
"Oh, right. Do you know the consequences of threatening Lord Evil God?"
Ian suddenly spoke at this moment, as if settling an account. He grabbed Loki by the collar and suddenly swung him up, slamming him violently into the ground like a ragged sack!
"Boom—!!!"
The earth cracked, and the shockwave overturned the ruins for dozens of kilometers around. Morgan and Gwen could only hurry and jump onto the combat vehicle, dragging the rear-end-injured Cap to hide in the distance.
Thor protected Loki's body, mainly wanting to protect the soul inside. He saw Ian looking like he wanted to use Gungnir to shoot his father's body.
This truly filial son immediately took Gungnir and ran far away.
"No!! Damn it! How could you... you are just a human and..." Before Loki could recover from the dizziness, Ian grabbed him by the leg and swung him in a full circle, slamming him into the other side.
Boom!!
"This one is for the New York citizens you deceived!"
Bang!!
"This one is for Thor, whom you stabbed in the kidney!"
Rumble—!!
"This one is purely because I don't like the look of you!"
Ian was unilaterally brutalizing Loki, who had no idea how to use Odin's power.
"I never did those things!"
Loki was beaten senseless. From time to time, Ian would land a punch right on his face. That majestic face of Odin was now black and blue, and the magnificent armor was shredded into rags.
"Oh, that doesn't matter either."
Ian's response made Loki want to vomit blood.
He struggled to get up, but Ian stepped on his chest.
"Is that it?"
Ian looked down at him.
He gave a sneer.
"Seized Odin's body? Just so-so."
Loki spat out a mouthful of golden blood and grit his teeth: "You... you monster..."
"Thanks for the compliment." Ian grinned and suddenly bent down to grab his ankle. "Come on, I'll take you for a joyride."
"What—aaaaah!!"
Ian held Loki and soared into the sky, instantly breaking through the atmosphere! The cold vacuum of space couldn't block their path. Ian held Loki like a meteor hammer and spun him wildly in space!
"Boom!!!"
An innocent star was smashed to pieces, and a brilliant nebula exploded like a grand firework show.
"Again!"
"Bang!"
"Rumble—!"
After smashing through seven planets and three stars in succession, Ian finally turned around and dove down toward Earth!
"Ian Style: Heaven and Earth Reversal—!!"
"Whoosh—Boom—!!!"
They crashed back to the ground like a meteor.
The dust kicked up by the shockwave formed a thousand-meter-high mushroom cloud. When the smoke and dust cleared, Ian was seen kneeling on one knee in the center of the deep pit, still carrying the half-dead Loki.
Odin's body was a miserable sight—the armor was completely destroyed, the beard was charred, and even the single eye had turned into a spiral shape. Loki's soul was almost knocked out of the body.
"After all, this is my former follower's body; I shouldn't really do anything strange. Now, who can tell me how we should handle the cunning soul hidden inside my former follower's body?" Ian let go, allowing him to slump on the ground like a pile of mud, and turned toward the dumbfounded crowd.
Loki was tossed aside by Ian. Ian attempted to use the combined brain to find a win-win solution that could pull out Loki's soul and make a bowl of Prank God Soup for himself.
At this very moment.
Odin's body was in a wretched state—though it wasn't shattered and only the wrist was missing, Loki lay motionless on the ground, clearly beaten senseless by Ian's "Heaven and Earth Reversal."
"Uncle Ian, you can just pull his soul out directly!" Morgan stepped quickly toward Ian. Her armor wasn't retracted yet, but her eyes were incredibly bright.
"How do I pull it out? Do you have tools?"
Ian immediately looked at Morgan, not bothering to dwell on her choice of address.
"Your hands are the best tools. You just do this—" Morgan gestured in the air, her movements as fluid as conducting a symphony.
"Then that."
She crossed her hands and suddenly pulled outward, as if tearing open an invisible crack.
"Finally, this."
She pressed her palms together and gave a sharp squeeze.
"Just pull his soul out like a USB drive." It had to be said that as a descendant of a Science-Overlord family, Morgan's metaphors were very scientific.
However.
This series of gestures was also quite abstract in a Picasso-esque style. While it seemed to explain a lot, it actually failed to give Ian even a tiny bit of enlightenment.
This, of course, wasn't because Ian's comprehension was poor.
Even Ian's super brain felt her demonstration was far too post-modern art.
"..."
Ian felt he had learned to be useless.
Even Ian, known for his wisdom, was now looking bewildered by this overly abstract teaching. He opened his mouth, about to complain, when suddenly—Loki, occupying Odin's body, caught his breath.
"You think you've defeated me?!"
Loki's voice suddenly rang out, carrying long-suppressed rage.
Everyone turned back to see him wobbling to his feet. Although Odin's body was in ruins, a cold battle intent burned in his single eye.
"I am currently using Odin's body!"
Loki gave a savage grin and raised his severed hand. Golden blood was still dripping, but he didn't care. "You fools probably don't know that this also means I can use his power!"
His severed wrist suddenly rose.
A brilliant golden light burst forth, shooting straight into the sky!
"Don't forget—" Loki's teeth-gritting voice became low and grand under the agitation of the divine power within Odin's body, "this small world is located right in the cracks of the Nine Realms!"
As the words fell.
"Boom—!!!"
The vault of heaven exploded!
A brilliant pillar of rainbow light pierced through the clouds—the Bifrost had arrived!
He had used Asgard's supreme authority to activate the Bifrost.
The seven-colored pillar of light pierced the clouds, connecting to unknown dimensions. On the bridge, countless tall, pale giants clad in ice armor walked with heavy steps from the other end.
"Not good!" Thor's face changed drastically. "He's summoning reinforcements!"
In the next second, countless tall figures stepped out from the radiance of the Bifrost—Frost Giants! Their skin was an icy blue, and cold battle intent burned in their eyes.
Every step these ancient beings took caused thick frost to solidify on the ground. These Frost Giants had hideous heads, sharp teeth, and bodies covered in crisscrossing runes.
Extreme cold ice power flowed within these runes. It was through this ancient runic power that they manipulated ice and fought for countless centuries against the warriors and gods of the Asgardian realm.
At this very moment.
The Frost Giant legion had descended upon this small world. The leading Frost Giant knelt on one knee, respectfully offering a casket emitting an extreme cold aura to Loki, who occupied Odin's body.
"Your Majesty, your holy artifact."
This Frost Giant's tone was very respectful. It was clear that Loki's prestige among the Frost Giants was not low. This Loki, who had never been picked up by Odin, had climbed to the very top of his race through his own abilities.
Leaving aside the fact that he was always beaten quite badly, he was actually a capable person.
"Not even Hela could withstand absolute cold, and neither can you!" Loki laughed wildly as he took the Casket of Ancient Winters. He held it high, and Odin's divine power poured into it like a torrent.
In an instant, terrifying cold erupted with him as the center!
"Crunch—!!"
With Loki as the center, terrifying frost spread at high speed. The earth froze in an instant, and the air condensed into tiny ice crystals. The cold swept in like a monstrous tidal wave, freezing everything in its path. The ground beneath Ian and the others' feet instantly turned into smooth ice, and even their breath condensed into white frost.
"Oh no!" Thor let out a roar, Mjolnir bursting with dazzling electric light in an attempt to resist the cold wave. However, when the thunder and extreme cold collided, they were actually frozen in mid-air.
Turning into a bolt of lightning like an ice sculpture.
The alarms in Morgan's armor flashed frantically.
[External temperature plummeting! Absolute zero approaching!] At this moment, her nano-armor quickly covered her entire body, but ice frost still formed at the joints at a visible speed.
"Damn it, what power is this?" Gwen's spider-sense throbbed to the limit. She suddenly jumped back, only to see the spot where she had just been standing swallowed by ice.
Cap struggled to raise his vibranium shield, but the surface of the shield was already covered in a thick layer of ice crystals—if not for Morgan's rescue, perhaps Cap would have returned to frozen mode.
Actually, it didn't matter much.
A seventy-year-old old popsicle was very cold-resistant.
"The Casket of Ancient Winters... the holy artifact of the Frost Giants... finally, it has returned to my hands."
"No one can resist this power! This body... this power... this holy artifact... they will all help me reshape the Nine Realms! And you shall become the first wave of dead souls!"
Above the ruins, the cold wind howled.
Loki stood at the center of the frost storm, Odin's body becoming even more grand with the support of the Casket of Ancient Winters. His single eye was cold, and his voice was as bone-chilling as midwinter.
The sky was frozen.
The clouds turned into a thick ice cover.
Countless ice spikes broke through the earth like sharp swords as the ground cracked. Terrifying cold erupted with Loki as the center, as if to swallow Ian and the others, along with the entire small world.