Chapter 180: Where Is Odin? Ian Flees!
The moment the cold wave descended, the entire world fell into dead silence.
Loki raised high the Casket of Ancient Winters, this divine artifact, Odin’s divine power perfectly fused with the frost giants’ extreme cold, terrifying frost-white spreading wildly with him at the center. The earth froze in an instant, skyscrapers turned into ice sculptures, countless fine ice crystals condensed in the air, and even time seemed to stagnate at this moment.
Even the zombies in the city turned into a massive ice sculpture artwork at this moment.
This is the Casket of Ancient Winters.
Also known as the Frost Treasure Box of Ancient Winters.
A divine artifact underestimated among the frost giants’ race, it can release a winter capable of destroying the Nine Realms, and it is actually one of the very important divine artifacts in the Marvel Universe.
It can be placed in the same collectibles room as the Eternal Flame and the Infinity Gauntlet, which already shows how powerful it is, though it gradually became forgotten after becoming Odin’s collectible.
Moreover.
After the super strong ones in their race were killed off in that war with Asgard, the frost giants race actually never produced another existence capable of unleashing its power.
Simple reason: the frost giants who mastered higher knowledge were killed, the knowledge inheritance was broken, naturally making it hard to nurture strong ones again. The best way to destroy a civilization isn’t just extermination.
Now.
A long-fallen civilization produced Loki, who even defeated Odin and seized Odin’s body. All frost giants couldn’t help but become fanatical.
“Great king!”
“The king’s power is invincible!”
“Praise the new lord of the Nine Realms!”
Those frost giants who followed via the Bifrost were all subdued by Loki’s dominance and power, worshiping and shouting loudly, which made Loki greatly enjoy the feeling.
“Stop struggling, you can barely move now, right? Surrender now, I permit you to submit at the feet of the great Loki king, offer loyalty and kiss my instep!”
Cold wind like knives, frost covering the sky.
Loki stood upon the frozen throne, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters, Odin’s body in the blue cold light like the lord of the Nine Realms. He looked down at the lone standing figure below—Ian Kent.
Loki, already self-proclaimed the strongest in the Nine Realms, had a mocking expression, speaking without politeness, full of insulting intent. The most satisfying moment of his life was now showing off.
Absolute power gave Loki absolute confidence. Loki stood above the void, the Casket of Ancient Winters emitting blue cold light in his hand, Odin’s single eye full of condescending arrogance. Extreme cold frost mist condensed into a throne under his feet, frost giants knelt around, like subjects paying homage to a monarch.
He looked down at Ian, as if victory was already locked.
No wonder Loki was so inflated.
Ian’s situation did look quite bad.
The erosion of the cold ice had climbed up Ian’s battle boots, frost flowers climbing up along his pant legs, his breathing condensing into white mist in the air, but his spine… well, Ian was shivering from the cold, his spine slightly hunched, though if asked later, he would still stubbornly claim it was straight as a spear.
Whoever wants to write the Ian biography, this history book must record today’s events this way.
“Make me kiss your instep? Tsk tsk, disgusting, you must be gay, and into boys…” Ian stood in place, covered in frost, breathing out white mist. He slowly raised his head, ice crystals falling from his brow, revealing a pair of eyes burning with vigilance.
A little boy out alone is prone to meeting weird guys. His judgment that Loki wasn’t allowed to openly love him made Loki’s rampant laughing expression freeze instantly.
“You—you said what?!”
His single eye widened, then he flew into rage, trembling all over.
“A guy who would fall in love with himself definitely might covet Master Ian’s beauty—damn Loki, you’re suited for life solving your own physiological problems at home!”
Ian showed no sign of fear at all, his voice slightly trembling from the cold, but the loud tone still made all frost giants hear clearly.
They began whispering to each other.
This made Loki’s face flush redder and redder.
“Shut up!”
Loki’s wrath fully erupted, the Casket of Ancient Winters bursting with dazzling blue light.
He swung his arm fiercely: “You lot! Tear him apart for me! Pull out his tongue! Crush his bones to powder one by one!! Ten horses dismemberment!”
This was an order to the frost giants, not wanting these idle subordinates to discuss his orientation; the frost giants penned up for many years didn’t have the sharpest minds.
“As ordered!”
The frost giants roared and charged at Ian, ten meters tall, muscles like ice rock, thriving in the extreme cold environment, their abilities even enhanced.
Their size was much larger than before, eyes burning with blue soul fire, massive bodies trampling the earth, roaring as they swung massive frost ice axes like a tidal wave toward Ian!
Ice crystals spread under the warriors’ steps, the extreme cold storm also sweeping toward Ian. The earth cracked, ice layers exploded, hundreds of giant figures with terrifying momentum like the Grim Reaper descending.
Blade lights and axe shadows weaving into a net of death.
But.
Ian stood in place, unmoving.
Just as the giants were about to reach him and tear him apart.
“Too bad, I don’t eat humanoid types, otherwise you’d all be small pastries.” Ian rolled his eyes, muttering regretfully, then his eyes erupted with endless light and heat.
“Boom!!!”
That was the brilliance emitted by an eternally burning star. Golden light pillars shot from his eyes, like two whips of destruction, sweeping heaven and earth straight at the frost giants!
“Sizzle—!!”
The lead frost giant didn’t even have time to scream, his chest instantly pierced, high temperature causing his body to explode from inside, ice-blue blood evaporating into mist before hitting the ground.
The heat ray swept through like a burning greatsword, frost giants falling in rows wherever it passed. Their bodies twisted and carbonized in the high heat, ultimately turning into charred corpses. Some were cut in half, upper bodies still crawling; some heads exploded, ice crystal eyeballs melting in the heat.
The most miserable few were directly vaporized by the heat ray, not even ashes left. In the blink of an eye, the battlefield was full of charred corpses, the frost giants’ legion completely annihilated.
The heat ray ravaged the earth like a tyrant! Wherever the beam passed, ice layers melted into lava, the earth cracked into a sea of fire, the giants’ screams twisting into shrill wails in the high heat.
This was utter domination, Ian showing the terrifying destructive power befitting a Skyfather level strong one. Not only that, the wailing souls of the frost giants were crystal clear in his eyes.
“Huff huff huff~”
Ian inhaled madly while slowly rising into the air. The afterglow of the heat ray slowly extinguished, Ian’s eyes still glowing with golden afterlight. His eyes golden yellow like the Sun God descending.
The Mimic Armor automatically adapted, transforming into black-and-white Superman armor—red-black coloring, golden “CD” emblem shining on his chest.
The cape fluttered in the yet-unextinguished heat waves, but without Ian’s inhaling making noise, his mouth like a universe-class turbine intake device operating frantically.
A terrifying suction erupted centered on him!
Soul fragments from the charred corpses, undissipated frost magic power, even lingering life fluctuations in the air, all forcibly drawn out, surging into Ian’s mouth like a hundred rivers to the sea!
He greedily swallowed, as if tasting the universe’s top dessert. Energy surged in his body, the Mimic Armor humming lowly, as if cheering this “soul feast”.
But at that moment—a mysterious force quietly descended. Those soul remnants that should have been devoured were snatched by an invisible hand just before entering Ian’s throat, suddenly sinking! They pierced the earth, passed the core, falling into a dark depth even divine sense couldn’t probe, as if leading to some indescribable destination.
“What the hell? Snatched halfway through eating?”
Ian frowned and sensed, discovering the pulling force came from cosmic law itself, ancient, cold, irresistible. That was the proper path for the dead—death’s endpoint.
Not to be desecrated.
“Split fifty-fifty! Fifty-fifty! This is food snatching! Damn! No martial virtue!” Ian knew the Marvel Universe’s supreme concept wouldn’t respond.
He stomped his foot in midair in anger.
Marvel’s death was so scheming, freeloading, shameless, utterly disgusting, new era fem-punch, not at all as easygoing as DC Universe’s Miss Death.
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Ultimately.
Ian only got a bit of residual energy, making his mood slightly uncomfortable, so he turned his gaze to Loki using Odin’s body.
Precisely, to the Frost Treasure Box in Loki’s hand—this thing looked like high-energy material, not just usable as a refrigerator, maybe even edible directly!
Ian’s saliva was slightly drooling.
“How is this possible!”
Loki staggered back a step, a flash of fear in his single eye. Looking at the hovering midair figure like a star incarnate, fear arose in his heart for the first time. But soon, he looked down at the Casket of Ancient Winters in his hand, touched Odin’s body, and steadied himself.
“Looks like you didn’t read books as a kid, normally, you can never freeze the sun’s brilliance.” Ian’s voice was low, actually mumbling with depressed bubbles.
“Sun God?” Loki gnashed his teeth, “Damn! No matter what ghost thing you are! You will grovel at my feet! This isn’t a normal situation now!”
He raised the Casket of Ancient Winters high, Odin’s divine power pouring madly into it again, runes on the surface lighting up one by one, terrifying cold air erupting like a tsunami!
“Extreme Cold Eternal Prison—’Freeze! Everything!!!'”
Loki was still so chuunibyou.
But this time the commotion he caused was huge, absolute cold descended.
Wherever the cold air passed, air solidified, earth turned to glacier, even light rays frozen. Frost spread wildly centered on Loki, in a blink covering the entire battlefield, then the city, mountain range, ocean… even ocean waves frozen mid-surge, forming kilometer-high ice sculptures.
Earth, ruins, wreckage, zombies… everything covered by a layer of blue, never-melting extreme cold ice crystals. Ultimately, the entire Earth was thoroughly frozen, becoming an ice-blue planet, sealed by a never-melting extreme cold ice shell, losing the planet’s last trace of temperature.
Odin’s Power.
Was powerful to this extent.
Thor raised Mjolnir high, roar unfinished, turned into an ice sculpture, lightning solidified at the hammer tip like a blooming ice flower.
Captain America just raised his shield, body already an ice-sealed warrior, even the blood at his mouth solidified into a ruby.
Morgan Stark’s Iron Armor emitted a final alarm, then swallowed by cold ice, leaving only a pair of unclosed eyes reflecting the universe’s ice light.
And Gwen, Phantom Spider, was the only one still able to think.
She was frozen midair, web-slinging like ice crystal spider webs wrapping her body, but consciousness not fully frozen due to the “Phantom Spider gene” Ian gave her. She could see, hear, think—but couldn’t move.
She watched wide-eyed—Loki, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters, standing at the peak of frozen Earth, Odin’s body like a new god in the cold light. His single eye swept, corners of mouth raising in victory.
“Die!”
Loki grinned ferociously, ice storm instantly swallowing Ian’s figure. Odin’s divine power perfectly fused with frost giants’ extreme cold power, terrifying cold air like a tsunami to bury Ian along with the entire planet!
But, this was just Loki’s wishful thinking, without Ian’s approval. Even as absolute cold arrived, Ian’s figure suddenly broke through the ice mist seal, charging into the sky in Superman posture! His speed too fast, even dragging a golden afterimage behind.
“Under absolute low temperature, all matter’s motion should stop!” Loki’s pupil shrank, immediately urging the Casket of Ancient Winters, countless cold ice powers sweeping toward Ian like rain!
“Mere absolute low temperature, just physics, what does it have to do with learning from me, Ian? Illiterate Loki!”
Ian didn’t look back.
But charged straight into space.
“You—!” Loki instantly enraged by Ian’s mockery, Odin’s body erupting brilliant divine light, he fiercely stomped the ground to pieces, soaring up chasing Ian!
The two, one after the other, broke through Earth’s atmosphere, in a blink entering deep space.
In the boundless star sea, Ian’s speed didn’t slow, like a golden meteor shuttling the asteroid belt. Loki followed closely, Casket of Ancient Winters constantly releasing extreme cold power. Relying on Odin’s body divine power and the Casket’s might, his attacks like storm, freezing asteroids, meteorites, even stars’ light where he passed!
Even black holes couldn’t escape being frozen, this was an extremely terrifying cosmic divine artifact. Ian’s body couldn’t tank it head-on, so Ian chose to learn from the great man’s strategy.
Ian played guerrilla warfare to the hilt.
Loki chased Ian shuttling galaxies, vowing to tear him apart. But Ian was like a nimble fish. No head-on clash, no direct confrontation, just constant evasion.
Space, boundless and dead silent.
In the Zombie Universe’s crevice micro-universe.
Stars stagnated like rusted gears, black hole edges condensing blue frost flowers, even time’s pulse frozen by cold air, making many places lose the concept of time.
This dimension that should be utterly quiet became a battlefield of god and “god”. Loki piloting Odin’s divine body smashed three rogue planets. Cosmic dust condensed on the golden armor turned to brilliant star shards under divine power shock, Casket of Ancient Winters spinning absolute zero vortex in his palm distorting space.
“You can’t escape!”
Loki roared.
Raised hand and waved.
King of Gods’ roar shattered nearby asteroid belt, twelve frost chains piercing from void, able to smash those planets, meteorites, but unable to catch eel-like Ian.
Ian’s figure flickered in the cold wave, golden light piercing extreme cold like the sun. He deliberately slowed, letting Loki’s frost power nearly catch up but always just short.
“You only know how to run?!” Loki’s roar shook the frozen atmosphere, “Fight me fair and square!”
“Whoa, so scary so scary~” Ian floated midair making a face, casually flicking a golden beam. The light pierced ice mist, precisely hitting Loki’s brow.
Emitting a “ding” crisp sound.
Not much damage.
But extremely insulting.
“I’ll tear your mouth apart!!”
Loki enraged, Casket of Ancient Winters bursting even more dazzling blue light.
Nine Realms overlord’s power manifested through Casket of Ancient Winters, Odin’s divine power pouring like flood, ice-blue energy ripples spreading wildly centered on him.
Casket of Ancient Winters in Loki’s hand bloomed unprecedented extreme cold brilliance.
That wasn’t light, but absolute cold.
It spread like tide, devouring galaxy, freezing black holes, freezing time itself. Stars extinguished one by one, turning to ice crystal sculptures; nebulae solidified like sealed scrolls.
The entire micro-universe, from macro to micro, matter to energy, space to time—all frozen. Even Ian’s final figure slowly stagnated in the light.
Lord Evil God frozen in eternal extreme cold.
Space thoroughly frozen.
The entire dimension dragged into eternal winter, of course including Ian this self-proclaimed Skyfather level life.
“No matter how slippery the ant, it’s just an ant, before absolute power, your tricks are meaningless!” Loki hovered at space center, Casket of Ancient Winters in hand, Odin’s body emanating supreme majesty. He opened his single eye, overlooking this frozen kingdom, corners of mouth raising victorious smile.
“Run! Keep running! Why stop? Weren’t you good at dodging? Good at slapping faces? Good at saying ‘so awesome’?” Loki grinned ferociously, floating to Ian’s front, watching Ian’s figure stiffen in the cold wave, ultimately turning into an eternal ice sculpture.
Loki stood upon this frost throne, single eye flickering sickly satisfaction.
“Run fast! Weren’t you good at dodging earlier!”
He shouted at Ian’s ice sculpture, Ian’s ice sculpture unresponsive, expression frozen in final moment’s horror, eyes bulged out in horror.
This expression pleased Loki greatly, Loki’s mouth twisting, Odin’s face ferocious with pleasure.
“You think this is the end? No, I’ll keep you conscious in eternal freeze, feeling every inch of flesh freezing in pain! I’ll make you watch your body crushed inch by inch, and you—can do nothing!” He grew more excited, divine power surging in Casket of Ancient Winters.
Loki got himself hyped to climax.
As if seeing Ian wailing in endless torment.
However.
At this moment.
“I’m waiting for your divine power to run out, what are you waiting for?”
A familiar voice leisurely sounded behind Loki.
Loki’s mad laughter abruptly stopped.
Instinct frantically secreted adrenaline for Loki, his pupil contracting sharply, neck stiffly, inch by inch turning, every motion resisting some invisible fear.
There.
Ian self-proclaimed Karl, hovering behind Loki, body transparent like a ghostly ethereal, only a pair of golden yellow eyes shining in the eternally frozen space.
“Wha… what?!” Loki’s voice nearly tore, in this already silent space, he didn’t understand why he could see another moving thing besides himself.
Even frost giants couldn’t withstand this absolute winter!
“Why! What the hell are you!!” Loki’s single eye bulged, voice trembling, “Impossible! You’ve been frozen! You’ve been defeated by me!”
He seemed to touch a knowledge blind spot, terrified and horrified.
Brain buzzing.
Good thing Ian was always eager to teach.
“Laughable, this is the sorrow of you ordinary people without my Super Brain. Mere freezing everything, I directly soul out-of-body, spirit form to knock your head.”
“You have no way to deal with me.”
Transparent Ian tilted his head, corners of mouth hooking a wise arc. Saying so, he really punched Loki’s head a few times, though Odin’s bald head was bang bang hard.
Poor hand feel.
“It can’t be like this… souls… souls should be frozen too…”
Loki’s single eye reflected Ian’s transparent figure, Casket of Ancient Winters trembling in his hand, Odin’s divine power nearly exhausted, yet the enemy before him—never truly defeated.
“No… impossible!” Loki hysterically roared, “Casket of Ancient Winters can freeze souls too! How could you—you can’t be a holy soul!”
He seemed to think of something.
Unwilling to accept reality.
“You’re not a holy soul! Your whole family isn’t holy souls!” Ian’s insults were just those two moves back and forth, but still squeezed an unwilling roar from Loki’s throat.
Under this fellow self-proclaimed Nine Realms new lord conspirator’s gaze, Ian’s eyes suddenly bloomed dazzling golden light, golden yellow radiance erupting in the eternally frozen space!
This was full power.
Brilliance brilliant like the sun, swallowing Loki’s figure, the frozen space—at this moment—also reignited by that light capable of illuminating the entire micro-universe.
……
Earth, still with biting cold intent ruins.
Thor slowly opened his eyes, frost falling from his eyelashes. He struggled to prop up his body, feeling his brain like smashed by frost giant with a hammer, cold and painful. He shook his head, trying to clear chaotic thoughts, then—
He saw Ian.
Ian squatting not far, a campfire burning before him, two ice sculptures roasting on it—one Captain America, the other Gwen.
Thor: “…?”
Ian noticed Thor awake, enthusiastically waving: “Yo, sledgehammer! Awake? Come come, just in time for meal!”
Thor opened his mouth.
For a moment not knowing how to evaluate the scene. He watched Ian pull chili powder and seasoned salt from his pocket, evenly sprinkling on Captain America’s ice sculpture.
The guy humming a tune.
“Charcoal grilled Cap awesome~ Frozen Gwen fragrant and nice~”
Though knowing Ian was just having fun, a jokester’s prank, Thor still found it hard to evaluate seeing this.
“…”
This was perhaps the evil god’s way of thinking. He clutched his still throbbing head, wobbling over, deciding to first ask what Ian cared most about.
“Where’s Loki?” Thor looked around, not seeing the arrogant evil villain, nor any frost giants’ remains.
He was frozen early, so suspected the frost giants were eaten by Ian.
“Loki?”
Ian didn’t look up, casually pointing aside.
“Over there.”
Thor followed the direction, seeing a thermos on the ground, faint angry roar from Loki inside: “Let me out! You lowly Midgard ants! I’ll pull your guts to knit a sweater—I’m the Nine Realms king, you can’t treat me like this!”
Thor stunned a second, then wild with joy.
“Haha! Frost Giant King, Loki! You have this day too!” He grabbed the thermos, unhesitatingly unscrewed the lid, aiming his butt at the mouth.
“Pffft—!!!”
A thunderous fart perfectly poured into the thermos.
Silence for two seconds inside, then Loki’s hysterical scream: “Thor! You long-damned son of Odin!! I’ll kill you!!! I must kill you!!!”
He was impotent raging.
Thor laughed heartily, nearly tearing up.
“How’s that? Thunder god’s fart potent enough?”
Thor used his crooked grin.
Ian thumbs up beside, providing some emotional value.
“As expected of Thor, even farts electric.”
He mainly felt guilty, had to provide emotional value.
“Of course, of course, hahaha~”
Thor smugly screwed the lid tight, shaking Loki’s soul a few times, satisfied pocketing it. But soon, his smile froze.
“Wait, Ian.” Thor’s expression suddenly serious, “Where’s my father’s body?”
The landlord’s foolish son finally remembered Loki was wearing his old man’s skin, couldn’t dodge Ian who always watched time this time.
Ian’s action paused.
Eyes drifting.
“Uh… well…”
His speech stammering.
Thor never saw the evil god with such attitude.
His heart sank instantly.
“You…”
His voice began trembling.
“You wouldn’t… have eaten my father’s body?!”
Thor was truly furious!
Ian swallowed.
“…”
He suspected Thor loved misunderstanding his food intake range.
Seeing Ian not answer, Thor collapsed, wailing, pouncing to pry open Ian’s mouth: “Spit it out! Spit it out quick! That’s my father!! Spit out my father!”
Thor kept digging into Ian’s throat, actions brutally rough, crying snot and tears, while bang bang banging Ian’s head with Mjolnir.
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Ian unusually didn’t counterattack.
“Wait! Calm down! I didn’t eat Odin! I don’t eat people!”
He hurriedly pushed Thor away.
Raised finger pointing to a small tent nearby.
“Over there!”
The instant Thor turned, Ian started greasing his soles.
“Father God! Father God!”
Thor scrambled to the tent, yanking the curtain—inside no majestic Father of Gods, just a baby wrapped in a blanket, sleeping soundly.
The baby’s chubby red face, golden fetal hair softly on forehead, little mouth smacking thumb, looking innocent.
“Where’d this brat come from? Where’s my Father God! Damn evil god!”
Thor was baffled.
Then.
He heard behind him packing and fleeing sounds, mixed with apologetic Ian voice.
“Well, like Odin has Odin’s Power, I have my Ian power, atavism power… earlier got excited, couldn’t hold back this power of mine.”
“So, because of that, a little accident, not really tragic accident, anyway, how to explain this to you…”
“Long story short, you might get the universe’s most special adventure and experience… yes, probably need you to raise your dad from baby again.”
Ian finished, hugging his gains preparing to return to DC Universe.
Last second.
He seemed to see Thor turn into thunder mad dog.
Pouncing like rabies outbreak.
