Chapter 200: Struggle For The Heir And Wholesale Loki
The explosion of Apokolips.
No matter which parallel universe it was in, it would absolutely qualify as an epic grade major event. That beam of light from deep space that destroyed a planet crossed countless light-years, and its residual glow still powerfully penetrated Earth’s atmosphere, instantly enveloping the entire planet in strong light.
In an instant, the entire Earth, regardless of day or night.
No matter the eastern or western hemisphere, all living beings were forcibly dragged into a blinding “daytime.” In the cities, the lights of neon signs, street lamps, and countless households were like candle flames before the sun in the face of this pure destructive light from deep space, instantly completely swallowed and annihilated.
It was late at night on Earth.
It was impossible not to notice.
Human society fell into a brief silence, then was swallowed by massive panic.
Countless people sleeping were startled awake by the blinding light outside the window, looking blankly and fearfully at the sky—there was no sun, yet it was bright enough to make hearts race. Children cried in fright, adults panicked and rushed to the windows or grabbed their mobile phones, trying to figure out what had happened.
“God… what happened now?”
“Did the sun come out early? No, it’s only 3 a.m.!”
“Is it a nuclear explosion?! Is it the end of the world?!”
“Alien invasion! They’re using beam weapons to cleanse Earth!”
“God’s judgment! The prophecy has come true!”
“Quick! Hide in the basement!”
“I knew my doomsday rations would finally come in handy!”
“Yeah, fattening up the neighbor is exactly for today!”
……
No need to guess, the following conversation came from Gotham.
Worry, surprise, fear, disbelief… various negative emotions spread like a plague worldwide. The disaster-prone humans of Earth had long been tempered by various alien invasions, superpower battles, and dimension overlap events to have incredibly resilient yet sensitive nerves. Every abnormal celestial phenomenon meant trouble.
And it was huge trouble.
Human society itself could not be harmonious at all.
The specter of the “doomsday cultists” reignited at this moment. Those extremists who hoarded canned food and studied survival manuals year-round trembled with excitement like sharks smelling blood. They sprang from their beds, grabbed their pre-packed backpacks, eyes gleaming with a sickly mix of fear and ecstasy, and madly rushed to their garages to drive their modified doomsday war cars to “welcome” the end they had prophesied countless times.
However, before they could touch their car keys, the garage door locks “clicked” open automatically. At the door, police tactical teams already waiting in formation appeared like ghosts.
Riot shields reflected cold light in the pale glow, stun batons crackled. The lead police officer was expressionless, his voice transmitted through a megaphone, calm to the point of cruelty.
“Cease all actions! Drop your backpacks immediately! All non-essential outings and gatherings are prohibited! Your behavior constitutes creating panic and endangering public safety!”
Without hesitation, the well-trained police swarmed forward, movements clean and efficient as if rehearsed a thousand times. Those so-called “doomsday warriors” didn’t even have time to think of resisting before being pinned to the ground, cold handcuffs locking their wrists, putting on a show of the America version of failing before setting out.
They hadn’t even started a riot yet.
And they were quickly arrested on the spot by police who were practiced at this.
Dealing with these “doomsday cultists,” police worldwide had long formed mature contingency plans and arrest procedures. In a sense, these police weren’t doing nothing during the disaster; they at least efficiently maintained social order, preventing human-internal panic from escalating further.
It could be considered assisting the superheroes.
Of course.
The police were worried too.
Ordinary people, governments, and even various organizations hidden behind the scenes all had their nerves on edge. At this moment, everyone’s consensus was highly unified. Based on past rich experience, no matter the origin of this sudden light, it definitely meant another massive crisis was about to descend.
People had been trained by various crises to develop a true “sixth sense.” The Justice League’s alert system was lit up like a Christmas tree, and even those fringe superheroes who usually only fought petty thieves on the streets instinctively looked up at the sky, gripping their weapons.
They were just calculating which direction to run this time.
It could be said that every fringe superhero who survived to today knew their own weight and what level of disaster event they could participate in.
The only relatively calm place was probably Ian’s new new new home. The TV, turned on first thing, was now broadcasting emergency news inserts from various TV stations.
Almost all mainstream channels, from serious news stations to entertainment-obsessed reality shows—were airing the same carefully planned “soothing” show.
A female streamer with exquisite makeup and a perfectly standard smile, with a background of scrolling “scientific analysis charts” filled with complex math formulas.
“Dear viewers, the abnormal light phenomenon you’re seeing is a rare ‘high-energy ice crystals resonance event’ in the ‘Kuiper Belt at the outer edge of the solar system’!”
“Yes, you heard right! Tiny celestial bodies made of methane and ammonia ice, under specific gravitational tides and cosmic ray excitation, underwent a chain mirror-like collective reflection!”
The streamer reported the “scientific” explanation in her syrupy, emotionless voice. Lois rolled her eyes and grabbed the remote control to change the channel.
Another channel cut in: an “expert” in a white coat with a “NASA Special Advisor” badge on his chest, pointing at a star map obviously at a child’s doodle level, earnestly analyzing: “…preliminary research shows this is related to Earth’s magnetic field periodically ‘sneezing’!”
“Yes, our Mother Earth had a tiny, harmless ‘sneeze peak’ in magnetic field strength tonight! This ‘sneeze’ disturbed the ionosphere in the upper atmosphere, amplifying its effect on background cosmic microwave radiation by a million times!”
“So, the ‘daytime’ you see is essentially the ‘baby cry’ of the Big Bang echoed and amplified by us! How poetic this science is!”
“I’m such a genius… I mean, our scientists are all geniuses.”
……
Almost every TV station had experts on-site providing scientific explanations to prevent public panic, even though each channel’s expert said something different, it didn’t hinder the useful effect. After all, there weren’t many Americans who truly read books deeply.
Explanations varied wildly.
Believe whichever one you want.
There was even talk of the “light baptism” from the “Fifth Sun Era” in ancient Maya prophecy, which many young people on the internet still chose to believe.
“Enough!” Lois, who had truly read books, finally couldn’t take it anymore and slammed the mute button. The living room instantly quieted, leaving only the eerie, unsettling white light outside the window.
“Oh no, why does it have to be like this again.” Lois Lane had returned home from an interview assignment in the North Pole less than two hours ago, not even fully unpacked her luggage.
She was trying to hang a coat frozen stiff in the North Pole, not yet fully thawed, on a hanger when the weird light outside dazzled her eyes.
“For God’s sake… well, praying to God probably won’t help our family anymore.” Lois helplessly picked up her still-frozen coat again.
She rubbed her brow, her face full of fatigue, but with this happening, she didn’t even need to think—her body instinctively moved.
Time to work overtime.
“Being a reporter really isn’t a job for humans…” Poor Ian’s mom grabbed her handbag and car key from the table, complaining as she headed out the door.
Sure enough, as soon as she stepped out, her mobile phone rang like a death knell. The caller ID was 《Daily Planet》’s editor-in-chief Perry White.
Lois took a deep breath, answered the call, and even before the other side spoke, said directly: “I know, Perry. Abnormal celestial phenomenon, global panic, unknown cause, big news with huge scoop potential, we work until Earth is destroyed, right? I’m heading to the newspaper agency to work overtime on the manuscript.”
She preemptively struck with helplessness.
Perry on the other end seemed choked by her initiative, pausing a few seconds before roaring: “Right! Lois! I want a first draft in half an hour! I need to know what the hell this is! Is it another alien bastard coming to make trouble?! Go interview Superman quick!”
Leaders become leaders not just because of luck; they know where to use which people. Lois’s superior had fully learned how to handle subordinates.
“Okay, I’ll go see if Superman is out and about.” Lois replied dryly, hung up. Looking at her buzzing mobile phone, she couldn’t help complaining to the empty yard: “Whoever writes another ‘Americans can refuse overtime’ or ‘After work, Americans’ time is completely private, no one dares infringe’ propaganda piece, I’ll smash the cactus from my balcony on their head!”
This was resentment toward her peers.
“Meow~”
A lazy cat meow came from her carried handbag. The Superman cat poked its little head out of the warm bag, green eyes squinting in the strong light, yawned, seemingly unconcerned with its owner’s anger or the apocalyptic scene outside, rolled over, buried its head in the fluff, and continued its sweet dream.
Lois looked at the carefree little guy in the bag, then at her dripping wet coat on her shoulder and the buzzing phone in her pocket, a deep envy surging in her heart.
“These days, I really want to be a cat… no writing manuscripts, no overtime, even if the sky falls, the master has it covered, wake up to dried fish…”
She scanned the yard, didn’t find Ian’s illegally modified “Hellcat” muscle car whose engine roar sounded like the Hellhound barking.
Staying out all night was no longer an unacceptable bad child behavior for Ian, but this scene made Lois worry about other issues.
“This couldn’t be another mess Ian made, right?” She wasn’t afraid of Ian getting a girl pregnant; she was afraid of Ian idling and wanting to blow something up again.
At the same time, the second-floor window “bang” opened, and big son Jonathan Kent’s sleepy head poked out. He rubbed his eyes, hair messy like a bird’s nest, mumbling toward the next room: “Ian! Ian! Did you blow up something again?! This commotion is too big this time!?”
Indeed, it wasn’t just mom thinking that; the whole family did, so it was definitely not prejudice but Ian’s reputation known to all in the family.
Explosives genius Ian Kent’s reputation was rock-solid within the family, quite “reliable.”
“Guard the house obediently! I have to go to the newspaper agency! Just don’t let the house blow up again!” Lois opened the car door and sat in her not-so-new Mercedes.
As the engine started, she noticed Jonathan still staring, so she poked her head out to explain: “At least Ian knows to blow things up outside.”
“She doesn’t blow up the house anymore; that’s a form of growth, right?” Lois paused, trying to defend her youngest son, though the defense sounded utterly feeble.
With that, without waiting for Jonathan’s reaction, she floored the accelerator, the Mercedes drove out of the driveway, taillights merging into the still abnormally bright night.
“????”
Jonathan was completely dumbfounded at the window, mouth slightly open, not closing for a long time. Apart from some particularly special aspects, he was the most normal one in the family.
“This counts as… growth?” He muttered, his heart greatly shocked. “Expanding the destruction from home to global and even outer space is called having learned to grow? God, I finally get why classmates say parents favor the youngest child the most!”
Jonathan could fully imagine if he or brother Jordan caused this commotion today, even once, their butts would have been beaten to bloom by dad or mom.
Not just ordinary blooming; under dad’s iron palm, it would definitely bloom into the most brilliant butt flowers in the universe, splitting into hundreds of petals.
“Sigh, Ian is still young.”
Jonathan sighed, shook his head, decided not to think about this sad family status issue, prepared to close the window and search if Ian was hiding somewhere to blow up the house.
So-called growth.
Learning to feint might be possible too.
However, at the moment he turned, his peripheral vision caught something abnormal at the edge of the sky.
A… fiery, crooked, bowl-like thing dragging black smoke falling from the sky. That seemed like a flying saucer?
More bizarrely, there seemed to be… or sitting… a few figures on the flying saucer? Faint arguing voices came through the wind.
A little boy’s voice shrieked: “Just because you couldn’t buy the ice cream flavor you wanted?! You blew up that damn planet full of bastards?!”
“I didn’t even get to take my toys! You’re a total madman!!” This little boy was also weird, caring more about his reserve adult toys than a planet.
An older voice roared back even louder, full of annoyance and attempted-to-cover panic: “Morty! Morty! Shut up! You have to forget what happened today, hear me! Yes, forget completely! We didn’t buy insurance! We can’t afford a whole planet! Damn, this junk is going to crash!”
“Now, shut up! Prepare for emergency landing!”
Then, against the old man’s incessant “Oh—oh no oh no oh no—” background, the fiery flying saucer traced an extremely unstable trajectory, finally “boom” crashing beyond a block obstructed by the neighbor’s roof from Jonathan’s view.
“????”
Jonathan froze completely at the window, rubbing his eyes hard, suspecting he wasn’t awake yet or had worried too much about brother Ian’s “explosives talent” and become mentally ill.
What was that? Humanoid aliens? Destroying a planet over ice cream? No insurance? This chain of information was too absurd, nearly crashing his brain.
Before he could sort out even a shred of clue, the mobile phone in his pajama pocket rang sharply, as if timed perfectly.
The ringtone broke the momentary silence of this eerie dawn, startling Jonathan. He blankly pulled out the phone; the caller ID name confused him more.
“Why is Jordan calling me? Shouldn’t he be filming at this hour?”
The weird white light at dawn, plus witnessing what seemed like an alien flying saucer crash, had overloaded Jonathan’s nerves. He took a deep breath and pressed answer.
“Jonathan?! Thank God you picked up!”
Jordan’s voice immediately came through, lowered but full of panic and urgency, with an unusually quiet background, even hollow echoes.
As if he were in a huge enclosed space.
“Jordan? What’s wrong? You sound off. Is the director trying to sleep with you?” Jonathan’s heart tightened. His brother’s voice carried rare embarrassment and… pain?
“Screw filming! I’m in Seattle! Listen, Jonathan, I need help, right now, immediately! Come save me quick!” Jordan spoke extremely fast.
Almost incoherent.
“Seattle?!” Jonathan was even more confused. “How did you get to Seattle? And Seattle now… isn’t it also early morning, bright as day?”
He instinctively glanced at the still unnaturally bright sky outside.
“No time to explain that much!” Jordan’s voice carried annoyance and a trace of fear. “I took a side gig… okay, it was a commission from Ian.”
“This place is indeed unusual, lots of scary dark creatures, but I really showed my divine power, clearing a bunch of threats for this world in one go.”
Jordan didn’t seem in too much danger, or he wouldn’t have time to boast like this.
“And then?” Jonathan frowned as he listened. Though Jordan inherited dad’s superpowers, he lacked experience handling this level of tasks independently.
“Then I got clocked from behind when I let my guard down! Came from the back, outrageous force! I took over twenty hits before passing out.”
Jordan’s tone regained some of his usual pride.
But immediately deflated.
“Clocked?” Jonathan almost thought he misheard. A Kryptonian with a body of steel, clocked physically?
“Yes! Clocked!”
Jordan confirmed shamefully. “That stick had kryptonite on it, said it wasn’t originally prepared for me as an anti-wolf stick, then I was dragged to a room in St. Caesar Church and locked up!”
Jonathan’s brows furrowed deeper.
Kryptonite?
Not something ordinary criminals could get.
“Who grabbed you? What did they look like?”
“Didn’t see the face clearly! Too fast! And wearing a hood…” Jordan tried recalling, tone growing more agitated and incredulous.
“But when dragged in, I vaguely saw! On her forehead! Another eye! Three eyes! Real! So I didn’t lose unfairly at all.”
“Right? Definitely not ordinary! One more eye than me!” Jordan still wanted excuses for his embarrassment, really unable to prioritize.
Three eyes? Jonathan’s brain raced, searching his memory database, but found nothing. This description sounded more like some mythological creature.
“She’s totally crazy!” Jordan kept complaining. “She tied me up tight with metal chains mixed with kryptonite powder! Then she muttered that I ‘don’t look like a good person,’ ‘smell of sulfur and hell,’ suspects I’m a disguised demon! Insists on performing some exorcism ritual on me!”
“She’s serious! Her look at me was like looking at a bug!” Jordan panicked again, distrustful of the unknown exorcism ritual.
He felt she was the demon.
Hearing this, Jonathan paused.
“Uh… Jordan, your vibe really doesn’t seem like a good person.”
He told his second brother the truth.
Dead silence on the other end.
Fully five seconds later, Jordan erupted in a suppressed, extremely annoyed growl: “Jonathan Kent!!! This is not the time for jokes!!! I’m your brother! Come save me! Please! I feel she’s about to come in with holy water and cross to pour into my insides!”
So that’s what he feared.
Making Jonathan relieved yet amused.
Jonathan could almost picture his brother’s flushed, helpless face.
At the same time, his logical thinking was exceptionally clear.
“Jordan, listen.” Jonathan’s tone became very cautious, even analytically calm like investigating a case. “Look at this plot, familiar or not?”
“What plot?” Jordan was baffled.
“You get caught, then call me for help. Then I, out of brotherhood, go alone to save you. Likely underprepared or enemy too cunning, I get caught too. Then we’re both locked up, no choice but to call Ian for help.”
“Finally Ian comes to save us, and he gets caught.” Jonathan paused, letting the hypothesis sink in Jordan’s mind, then continued calmly analyzing.
“Finally, the villain uses us three as hostages to threaten dad. Don’t doubt, that’s how it plays out on TV and comics. So, based on risk control and efficiency maximization, I think what I should do now isn’t rush hot-blooded to Seattle.”
“I should immediately call dad. Let dad save you directly. That way, even if that three-eyed mystery person really wants to threaten dad with you, dad still has me and Ian safe, not so restrained. Strategically, this maximizes dad’s freedom of action, minimizes global risk. What do you think?”
Jonathan’s words were clear and logical, not like a high schooler just woken from sleep, but the absolute rationality obviously lacked family affection.
Long silence from Jordan on the other end.
After a long time, so long Jonathan thought the signal dropped, Jordan’s voice came faintly, with incredulity and deep doubt:
“Jonathan Kent… are you really my big bro? Is this the time to scheme ‘heir struggle,’ considering how to preserve dad’s forces?! Were you picked from a trash can by dad and mom?! Or you’re the demon! Here to piss me off!”
He roared.
Jonathan ignored his brother’s accusations. “This is the best, most rational way I can think of right now. Trust me, Jordan. I’ll call dad now.”
“No! Don’t! Absolutely not!” Jordan shrieked immediately, voice full of fear. “Can’t let dad know! He’ll shatter our butts! I secretly took a side gig, got clocked with kryptonite and locked up for exorcism! Too embarrassing! I’ll be the family disgrace!”
Jonathan calmly countered: “Calm down, Jordan. Think carefully: only you’ll get your butt shattered. I’m just an innocent, powerless big brother who got a distress call from his brother, calmly analyzed the situation, and chose the most effective help method, having done my utmost.”
With that, without waiting for Jordan’s protest, Jonathan decisively hung up. Without hesitation, he found “Dad’s number” in contacts and dialed.
Meanwhile.
Superman, who was originally discussing with Batman how to counter possible revenge from Darkseid, had long sensed Jordan’s situation descending over Seattle.
He perceived the situation below.
The phone rang.
But he didn’t answer, just watched, watching Jordan being placed into an exorcism array like a roast pig by a girl in purple clothes.
He could spy on others’ thoughts, so he wasn’t anxious.
Mature fatherly love is like that.
Always give kids space to grow, let them realize brute force doesn’t solve everything, as the saying goes, learn from a setback.
Clearly without his own external brain, Jordan’s actions were recklessly impulsive.
……
Meanwhile, in another dimension.
【Aberration Master Experience Points settlement complete.】
【Based on your existing familiars’ life intensity, you gain Aberrant Master Experience Points +9.】
【You upgraded, gain profession skill points +1, gain developable familiar slots +1.】
【Aberration Master lv3〔1/40〕】
【Strength: 1458—1474】
【Constitution: 1666—1680】
【Intelligence: 73.4—88.8】
【Spirit: 618—624】
……
Ian, with another intelligence surge, didn’t yet know how chaotic Earth was. After half-dreaming half-awake, Ian Kent suddenly opened his eyes.
He felt his body and mind strengthen again, especially his mind; his already sharp super brain became even sharper after 【Aberration Master】 profession upgrade.
“I have two familiar slots left, need to find a way to maximize returns.” Indeed, he even remembered he hadn’t continued developing familiars before.
Truth be told, mainly hadn’t encountered suitable targets.
“Maybe the Marvel Universe has many frustrated youths longing for my help.” Ian propped himself up, began surveying surroundings.
He thought he’d be back in the Marvel zombie universe he left last time, even considering Tony’s daughter Morgan Stark as a great candidate.
However.
Everything around was so unfamiliar. Though also decadent style, far more decadent than the zombie universe, clearly not a place Ian knew.
“What place did it send me to this time.”
Ian was a bit dazed; he was in an immensely vast, desolate ruin. As far as the eye could see, endless trash mountains.
Besides the spaceship he drove from Earth, there were other obvious scrap metal things, various wreckage piled together, rusty, extending to the horizon. He saw broken spaceship hulls of diverse styles, some like cyberpunk creations.
Others had a biological mucus texture, even a few looking like Earth’s old jet airplanes, models ancient like museum exhibits.
Amid these metal trash mountains were countless other things: broken Greek columns, half a Statue of Liberty torch, huge unknown creature’s white skull, even a whole… ship? Ian squinted at a particularly conspicuous huge wreck in the distance.
“Titanic?”
Ian read the already dilapidated ship name. That legendary liner now like a toy discarded by a giant, crookedly stuck in a trash mountain of alien fortress fragments and scrapped cars, hull break clearly visible.
Besides, the air was filled with metal rust, dust, and an indescribable void aura. The sky was eerie, shifting dark purple and orange red, no stars, no sun, only twisted light bands wriggling like dying worms.
“So, this is a universe junkyard.” His brain itched, about to recall something, when from behind a small mountain of broken TVs, came a low, terrifying roar. That sound no known Earth creature could make.
Full of primal, brutal, heart-palpitating void sense.
“As expected! There’s a monster!” Ian immediately went alert, crouched low, carefully climbed a nearby pile of refrigerator and microwave wreckage, peering toward the sound.
Far away, on a relatively open “trash plain,” an immense, indescribable creature moved slowly.
It had no fixed form, as if temporarily coalesced from surrounding exhaust, twisted light, and some dark matter, volume huge like a mountain range.
The monster sometimes like a giant wriggling worm, sometimes unfolding into a translucent, ever-changing horrific giant face covering half the sky. Wherever it passed, even twisted light bands were sucked into it, making surrounding space dimmer, more void.
“Erios.”
Ian confirmed from this suddenly appearing creature that he was indeed where he thought: the Time Variance Authority junkyard at the end of time in Marvel.
Erios is the monster that devours everything.
Its birth predates the Marvel Universe’s “Big Bang.”
In the chaotic void when time was chaos, it coalesced from the “primordial cloud”—that cloud had no temperature, no form, only endless hunger.
Erios instinctively devoured everything around: tiny particles, twisted energy, even time fragments. Gradually, it formed consciousness, understood its mission.
Devour everything, become the only eternity.
Erios is not just a monster, but a symbol of time’s fear. It represents “end”—end of timelines, civilizations, existence itself.
This thing is a uniquely terrifying special life in the Marvel Universe with fearsome power.
“How did it send me to the end of time?”
Lacking experience leaving the Marvel Universe, Ian couldn’t figure out why he was here.
Ian Kent’s brain frantically processed the very jumpy info of “end of time junkyard” and “atmospheric creature Erios.”
Far away, that huge creature of discarded spacetime and void energy—Erios—seemed to sense something. Its ever-shifting massive body halted abruptly, countless “eyes” temporarily coalesced from exhaust and dark matter all turned toward Ian’s direction.
A cold sensation of being locked by a top predator instantly surged through Ian’s body!
“Roar—!!!”
A far clearer, more deafening roar tore the dead air. The sound carried primal greed and hunger for fresh time energy, for interdimensional existence!
Erios moved!
Its mountain-like body no longer crawled slowly, but charged toward Ian at a speed inconceivable for its size, jaw-dropping!
Wherever the monster passed, piled trash wreckage was crushed to dust by invisible force, twisted light bands madly devoured, the entire eerie sky’s colors became more chaotic and dim from its violent action!
True heaven and earth changing color!
“Can’t escape!”
Ian, who never planned to run, gave himself an excuse. A black-red armor full of streamlined violent aesthetics proliferated, extended, covered his body like a living thing!
That was mimic armor.
Ferocious horn structures pierced from shoulders and helmet back, faceplate lit with cold crimson compound eyes! Facing this off-spec monster, Ian even grew two extra arms.
Darkness Sword and Gungnir gripped respectively by these two hands. As for Ian’s original small hands, naturally holding that frost treasure box that had belonged to him since ancient times.
“They’ve all been reforged by Master Ian’s divine power!”
The tycoon warrior prepared for battle. However, just as Erios’s sky-obscuring horrific body was about to crush down, and Ian prepared to swing Gungnir in a desperate fight.
Whoosh!
A nimble green figure burst like a ghost from a pile of old TV wreckage to his side-rear! So fast only an afterimage remained!
The person gave Ian no time to react, grabbed dead tight his original small hand that had just freed up from single-handedly raising the frost treasure box high like Statue of Liberty.
Then, with astonishing brute force, dragged Ian and turned to run!
That speed was real fast; Ian, not reacting in time, was nearly dragged to the ground, legs not yet stepping forward harshly frictioning with the ground.
Even so.
Ian still didn’t move his legs.
“What are you doing?! Let go! I can fight! Don’t look at my low health, I’m always low health, I can counter-kill! My equipment is good!”
Ian yelled angrily.
“Damn! Let go! I haven’t even posed at the Titanic’s bow yelling I’m king of the universe; you know you’re making the universe miss a chance to climb the pole?”
“You even hold my hand; my hand, mom never held so hard… hand-holding 50 bucks! Kissing… no, you don’t taste right!”
He hadn’t finished.
The dragger seemed annoyed by his noise, yanked hard, and at that instant, Ian saw clearly via distorted light reflected from a huge metal can the person dragging him running madly.
The other had a green cape with golden patterns and long-horned headdress.
And black skintight combat suit outlining a slender yet powerful figure, and that side face with rebellion, cunning, and extreme impatience.
“Fuck! You’re female Loki! Kissing service closed!” Ian instantly recognized her identity, the flirtatious words swerving hard.
“Shut up!”
Female Loki didn’t look back, just dragged him harder into a narrow gap of broken spaceship hulls, growling irritably.
“Why did Loki send me to find you idiot? You think those full-street scraps…” Female Loki’s voice was crisp, full of irritability.
So her words didn’t finish smoothly.
“Zzzt~”
Because having studied under the super unreliable president, vowing only mom could call him idiot in this life, Ian instantly taped her blabbering little mouth shut.
“No matter what to find me for, swap for a simp Loki; this Loki’s mouth isn’t sweet.” Realizing the Loki she meant was probably the strongest Loki, Ian looked up shouting into the air.
“????”
Female Loki went red temperature.
Directly joined the red-skinned race.
Eyeballs nearly popping out.
