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In the legend of Norse mythology, all the gods who respect Odin as their main god live in a magnificent castle called "Asgard".

It is the land that belongs to the Asa and part of the Vanir. It can also be called the "Aesir's Domain".

It is said that the unknown "mountain giant" personally built a huge stone wall as high as the clouds to surround and protect the palace of Asgard, blocking out the prying eyes of mortal creatures.

If a person starts climbing the wall of God's Realm from a young age, until he turns gray-haired, it will be difficult to stand on the top of the wall and have a glimpse of the wonders of God's Kingdom behind.

Only through the "Shaking Road to Heaven", the rainbow bridge connecting Asgard and the atrium "Midgard", can we reach the World Tree "Yuctra Hill" and finally reach this place belonging to the gods. country.

And when you really see Asgard, you will find that the pale descriptions in legends and stories are simply not enough to describe this divine realm where countless magnificent epics have been spread.

It is a boundless continent that shines with brilliance. It does not need the shining of stars to shine brightly. It hangs far away in the deep and quiet secret void, as if it has existed here since the birth of time and space.

Fertile river valleys, plains and steep mountains surround a majestic palace called the "Golden Palace", which is taller than the mountains and broader than the wilderness.

Even every inch of masonry there seems to be made of gold.

Above the main hall of the Golden Palace, the eternal silence and the ethereal fairy music gradually dispersed. On a three-color rainbow bridge that went straight from the depths of the palace to the edge of the divine continent, a man wearing a double-horned gold on his head gradually walked. Helmet, golden armor on the back.

The footsteps of Heimdall, the guardian of the divine realm, became the only sound in this solemn hall. He bowed and stood under the throne, paying tribute to the two figures above him.

The one-eyed, long-bearded old man wearing an eagle helmet holds the eternal spear Gangnir and wears a golden ring of Dropnir. Two jet-black ravens perched on his shoulders peck at his frost-white hair from time to time. .

"Heimdall, do you still remember the 'true god' who was born in Midgard?"

The voice of God King Odin Poulsen was very soft and slow, but it was so powerful that it echoed repeatedly in the Golden Palace.

Looking down the right hand side of the Supreme Throne of the Nine Worlds, a fair-skinned young man with long black hair and wearing only everyday light armor blinked his eyes smartly, full of interest in this secret that he had never heard before.

"King Odin, I remember. My eyes have focused on that man three times. His 'birth' as ​​a god, his battle with the hell demon Mephisto, and this time. The Rubik's Cube that was touched."

Heimdall stated silently in a low voice, without any emotional ups and downs.

The divine power of being able to see the universe allows Heimdall to see all the joys and sorrows of life, the breaking and birth of planets. It is his eternal duty to stand at the end of the Rainbow Bridge and guard the safety of the Æsir realm.

"Thousands of years ago, I left the Cosmic Cube in Midgard and hid it because it was a mortal country and the power and secrets of the Cube were difficult to truly discover and utilize."

The "God of Trickery and Lies" standing next slightly pursed his lips, recalling the origin and story of the Universal Rubik's Cube.

He remembered that in the historical records of Asgard, his father Odin left the treasure in the mortal world when he was conquering the "Ice Giant" in Midgard. He should not have been born at that time.

"In the changing seas, human beings who were once weak and ignorant are becoming stronger and wiser little by little. But He has touched the power of the 'original stone' and has also set foot on a wider place. Loki."

"Hey! Ahem, father."

Loki, the son of the God King, who turned aside and pursed his lips, was thinking about what all this had to do with him, why he was summoned alone today, and the power and legend of the so-called "original stone".

He was excited by Odin's sudden call. He bowed his head with a cute smile and said:

"What are your orders, Father?"

"Thor is too bellicose. Heimdall will send you to Midgard. You can meet the human named James Howlett in person and ask him to come to Asgard and meet me." A narration."

Loki blinked several times, looked blank for a moment, and asked in confusion:

"Father, hey, are you saying, 'Invite Him to come and talk'? Invite a mortal to come to Asgard?"

Odin gently nodded his thick beard and did not deny it when he looked at the young son whose eyes were full of cleverness.

"He is not an ordinary mortal, or in other words, he is no longer a mortal. He has the same level of life as you and Thor, and his 'divine power' is extremely powerful. He is a real warrior. Go and prepare, and go see me with my kindness. When He returns, it will be your brother’s coronation ceremony.”

Loki took a deep breath and immediately lowered his head to cover up his tightly knitted brows. He gritted his teeth and calmed down the sudden reluctance in his heart.

When he raised his cheek again, Loki still looked cute and smart.

"I obey your wish. Mine, father."

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The rain in New York is the rain of exiles.

From late March to late August every year, for half a year, abundant, continuous, dense, and tireless rain pours down between the towering concrete buildings and toward the streets.

In the 1940s, a poet once described New York like this, "I have nothing here except the sky."

More than half a century has passed, and tall, bright and majestic buildings have risen one after another, constantly breaking the record of human beings touching the sky, and the sky of New York has become only a very small number of people.

Countless pairs of eyes looked up, but they could only see thin strips of light and colors, like insects stuck in the gaps of the bookcase.

The rain in New York makes those who are embarrassed even more embarrassed.

Victor Doom was forced to get out of the car early by the large number of silent demonstrators at the entrance of the Empire State Building, and walked into the group lobby in the rain.

He patted the shoulder of his suit which was a few strands wet irritably. He felt very sorry for the clothes he had just asked an old craftsman to sew. He had spent a lot of money to ask the old tailor's apprentice to help with the stuffing, so he could barely get away with it. Here comes the suit.

After all, except for a few gentlemen and ladies of the Howlett family, the old tailor has long been too lazy to make clothes for others.

The street outside the entrance of the building was filled with protestors and demonstrators. Most of them did not hold umbrellas. They just looked at the building with tears in their eyes, but they did not make any noise.

They pulled up flags or wooden signs with slogans such as "Aliens' lives matter!" and "Humans should not be the executioners of the stars." They stood there all morning without feeling hungry or cold.

"Damn it, what does the group's security department do? These homeless people! They have come here so many times and they still haven't cleaned up quickly."

Mr. Doom wiped the drops of water from his forehead and shook his hands in disgust, as if having rain on his body would make him one of those dirty demonstrators or homeless people in New York City.

As he grumbled, his tone became more and more angry, thinking about things that didn't go well with him, and he seemed to like to crowd together. He complained to the staff behind the Black Crystal front desk about the group's safety and security department.

The new Miss Qiao Li was obviously at a loss for words, but the short-haired lady next to her who had been in this position for many years raised her eyebrows, smiled, and joked nonchalantly:

"Haha, they did not violate New York City regulations, and they reported the location and content of the demonstration in advance. Strictly speaking, the security department cannot control what happens outside the building."

As the senior director of the technology department of Howlett Group, Mr. Victor Doom obviously would not accept such a business-like and grand statement. He rolled his eyes and retorted arrogantly.

"Roberta, this is just because the security director is too lazy to care. Don't tell me that the group still needs to look at the face of the New York government for such a trivial matter. The great achievements that gentleman has done are only allowed to be criticized by these idiots."

"That's not clear~ I heard that the new manager is an old man from the Howlett family. I guess he doesn't take these things seriously at all."

After the front desk foreman finished speaking, he shrugged his shoulders indifferently. When Doom heard this, he immediately remembered the origin of the head of the group's security department. He immediately did not dare to say anything more. Finally, he glanced at the street outside in disgust and strode towards the elevator.

Just yesterday, Victor Doom's application for "serotransformation" was rejected again.

He was the one who initiated the "Cosmic Storm" plan, but in the end, only the "venomous snake" reaped some benefits and jumped into another world.

Mr. Doom, on the other hand, is still frustrated by the threshold of stepping into the extraordinary world.

After the Sirius Legion returned to Earth, James Howlett almost ordered the United Nations and the top leaders of various countries to coordinate and cooperate, and held a solemn and solemn memorial ceremony for the heroes around the world.

The pilots of the Earth's Aerospace Forces who died in the Kree War and the more than 300 soldiers of the Sirius Legion who were killed as the most noble heroes in the history of this planet have accepted the praise and condolences of all mankind.

The Red Devil has opened several giant space portals, connecting Congress Street in Washington, Manhattan Avenue in New York, Red Square in the Soviet Union, Capital Square in China, and important landmark roads in the United Kingdom, France, and other countries.

Some of the warriors participating in this interstellar war carried buildings built with thousands of Kree and Skrull heads on their shoulders, and silently lined up on this road that connected all the major countries in the human world. .

Signal networks around the world spread this scene. Human beings could clearly see the corpses of alien invaders and the wreckage of battleships that fell to the earth from outer space.

I also saw the cruel and majestic dawn of a new era.

What's interesting is that a trend and doctrine that makes people frown has begun to blow up. There are more and more "pacifists", "people with lofty ideals", "humanitarian ideas" and "anti-war doctrine".

They all jumped out to protest against the use of such cruel and cruel methods to treat civilizations and races on alien planets, criticized the correctness of this war, and believed that human beings should embrace life in the entire universe with goodwill and peace.

For a time, the Howlett Group was pushed to the forefront, and the rumored superpower that single-handedly supported and won the war began to be boycotted by these "people with lofty ideals".

The demonstrators gathered outside the Empire State Building have been working hard to express their ideals and demands for three days in a row.

Except for some marginal third-rate newspapers that followed the report with a few words of support, the official and important media in the United States and major countries all remained silent, and they all promoted this feat of mankind in a consistent and positive manner, constantly preaching that the earth has entered the interstellar world. era.

All the disturbances from the outside world could not affect James, who was keeping an eye on his grandson at the dining table in the hall of the old house. If he hadn't been there, Pietro would have eaten all the dishes on the table before dinner started. .

"Old Stark's luck is good or not. It's good to be able to come back safely after a trip in the Skrulls' battleship. The Stark Group also needs the injection of young strength."

Emma and Peggy were stacking plates on the dining table and chatting casually about recent trivial matters.

After the war ended, she resigned from her duties as principal of the "Super-British Academy" and handed it over to Professor Charles, who was finally able to resume his old profession. Steve and Peggy also discussed arrangements for a "retirement" trip.

"Teacher, Sharon is not interested in taking my class at the 'Whip of Order'. She plans to travel outside and hone her martial arts. This girl is more focused on the path of practice than me."

James nodded lightly. He was not surprised at all that Sharon would have such an idea. He pondered for a long time and told Steve:

"Although we are now capable of interstellar travel, we still lack information and knowledge even about the civilization gathering areas of the Milky Way. Don't travel too far, and first visit the uninhabited planets in the surrounding galaxies."

"I understand that Sharon is also measured. She plans to go to a high-gravity planet to train first and reorganize her boxing skills."

While the two were talking, Laura and Jean Gray walked in. James and Emma smiled and said hello as usual. Jean just said hello more cheerfully and generously than usual, and there didn't seem to be anything strange.

As Asazo and Raven appeared in the final teleportation, everyone eating at home today was all seated. After James, who was sitting at the head of the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, everyone immediately began to focus on the dishes in front of them.

"Dad, have you heard about the so-called peaceful protesters outside? Haha, if you find it annoying, I'll go tell Alex tomorrow. He went to the group to work as a casualty in the security department, but he can't It’s been too easy.”

After eating seriously for a long time, the table gradually reached the stage of chatting and joking. Eric mentioned the recent "new spaceism" with half contempt and half helplessness.

"The newly-elected president made a special phone call to me about this matter. He swore that he had conducted a comprehensive investigation and that it was not instigated by the government or any force behind the scenes. Hahaha, it was purely the 'true feelings' of those civilians."

James put down his chopsticks and took out a cigar, smiled and shook his head.

"Let them go, there's nothing to worry about. The characteristic of the so-called Western-style democracy is 'you can say whatever you want, but I will never pay attention to it.' In this way, the people feel that they can express their will freely, and they are psychologically satisfied, and they recognize this The superiority of the system.”