Chapter 134: God Of Stories, Hannibal’s Take!
The contract is complete.
It quickly broke again.
If the world were a game, then Odin would surely receive the title of the fastest betrayer, as he had studied the mechanism of using the Evil God Ian to perfection.
He successfully exploited a super BUG.
The reason that Thor did not understand, Odin and Hela seemed to understand very well—the older Asgardians become, the stronger they are, and what binds them is never lifespan but the ever-accumulating divine power within them.
Now.
Betrayal immediately after signing the contract.
Odin directly sent away the excess divine power within himself, seemingly weakening himself considerably. However, in reality, he was now far more powerful than before.
The body is difficult to bear.
Even if there is too much divine power, but one dares not use it, it is still equivalent to having none. But it’s unlike now, with a body that has been overloaded for years, it can fully bear half of the remaining divine power.
Half of the divine power that can be fully utilized is already enough to make Odin the supreme powerhouse in the Nine Realms again, and a body that does not explode from divine power also means he has indirectly gained a much longer lifespan.
As for how much time it can be extended, it depends on how thick Odin’s skin is—if his divine power overloads again in the future, he can send away the divine power again by repeatedly becoming a traitor.
If Odin is shameless.
Constantly jumping back and forth.
Fifty thousand years later.
Many fifty thousand years later.
He may not even be able to glance at this world again. As for Thor, he might also have the chance to break the record for the longest-reigning Crown Prince. Everyone, after all, has a bright future.
“War… has arrived, and we Asgard will absolutely not allow those Frost Giants to poison the Nine Realms.” Odin held Gungnir, his single eye sharp, and strode out of the royal court.
He did not don the Destroyer armor. However, even ordinary armor looked majestic, shining brightly in the sun, his cape flapping like a battle flag. The figure that was once slightly hunched due to old age was no more, replaced by the majesty that once made the Nine Realms submit.
“Warriors of Asgard!”
Odin stood atop the Golden Palace, Gungnir pointing directly at the sky, his single eye like a burning star.
“I know what you fear, the eternal winter of Jotunheim? The ancient curse of the Giant King? No—what you truly fear is that your king has grown old.”
Suddenly.
He thrust the tip of Gungnir into the ground.
Divine power erupted like a tsunami!
“Then look closely!” His single eye burst with a light brighter than a star, and his aged body was reshaped in divine power, recreating the War God’s stance from when he bloodied the Nine Realms.
“Have I weakened?”
Odin’s voice was thunderous.
He was mobilizing the army before the war began.
Morale needed to be boosted.
This was more important for the war than anything else.
“The frost’s miasma has already encroached upon the starry sky, and the giants’ arrogant words have desecrated their ancestors’ vows! They think we are weak, they think we are afraid, they think our blood no longer boils!” His voice boomed like thunder, and as the king stood on the high platform, the entire Asgardian army held its breath.
“Now it’s time for them to pay the price.”
“After today, Jotunheim will have no throne forever!”
“The glaciers will remember my anger!”
“The abyss will sing of your bravery!”
“Now—everyone, follow me, and go win eternal victory! March forth with glory, and return with the fear of the enemy!” The King of Gods’ voice resonated through all the realms simultaneously.
It was as if even the lost souls of the underworld trembled.
“Great King of Gods! He’s back! He’s back!”
The old generals’ eyes widened.
Odin’s voice made them feel as if they saw the King of Gods’ sharpness in his youth.
The Father of Gods who once led them to conquer the Nine Realms and struck fear into the hearts of enemies seemed to have returned in this moment—few had ever seen Odin like this.
That was not a benevolent ruler.
But a conquering king who expanded territory.
“Asgard never fears a challenge!”
Gungnir struck the ground heavily, and ripples of divine power spread out, “Today, we will use blood and glory to make those arrogant fools understand the strength of Asgard!”
“For Asgard!”
“For Odin!”
“Fight for the King! Fight for Asgard!” The warriors raised their weapons, their shouts shaking the heavens. War drums pounded, horns blared, and the entire palace trembled with this fighting spirit.
The army’s fighting spirit was ignited.
The Asgardians would once again prove their invincibility.
The final preparations and assembly were underway.
“Tsk tsk.”
The Goddess of Death, Hela, rode on the back of a colossal wolf, Fenrir.
It was a terrifying wolf, with bone-white fangs, exhaling cold air with each breath, its crimson eyes scanning the surroundings, making the nearby warhorses neigh uneasily.
She cast a sideways glance at the flustered Thor beside her, a mocking curve forming on her lips: “What? It seems our little prince, who grew up in a honey pot, is not accustomed to the atmosphere of the battlefield?”
As soon as she said that.
Thor, who was not very accustomed to this environment, felt a pang of embarrassment.
“I am very accustomed!”
He pretended to be calm.
But Hela’s smile grew more and more pronounced: “You can ask Odin to find you a pony. If you dislike the pony’s temperament being too wild.”
Saying so.
Hela pointed.
“There are still little goats in the sheep pen over there.”
The Goddess of Death offered her “thoughtful” suggestion.
Her sarcasm made Thor blush furiously.
“I am the mighty Thor!” Thor angrily swung his hammer, and dazzling lightning erupted from him, “I will show you that I am worthy of the position of Crown Prince!”
“I am a warrior!”
Thor’s face was very resolute.
However, he spoke with a hint of gritted teeth.
“A warrior? A paunchy warrior?”
Hela retorted.
The gunpowder between the two of them grew thicker.
The surrounding Asgardian warriors looked at each other.
Whispering.
However, no one dared to step forward to mediate.
“Who is she? How dare she speak to the Crown Prince like that?”
A young warrior asked his elder.
“Hush, don’t ask. If you ask, I can only tell you that what we face may be more than just an external war.”
Some of the older generals had complex expressions—they vaguely remembered that many, many years ago, Hela was Odin’s sharpest sword, a Goddess of Death who struck fear into the hearts of enemies on the battlefield. But then she suddenly disappeared; some said she committed a great mistake and was exiled, while others said she went to a more distant place on a secret mission.
Regardless.
Hela has returned now.
Hela’s return was not just a family reunion, but also a major shock to Asgard’s power structure. No one knew what Odin, whose heart was as unfathomable as the heavens, was thinking.
“Even with my belly, I can still hammer you!”
“Heh.”
“If you don’t believe me, come down and spar. A one-on-one fight, this time I won’t be ambushed by you.”
“Heh heh.”
“Damn it! I don’t have a sister like you!”
…
Just as the atmosphere was about to spiral out of control.
Sif, accompanied by several staunch supporters of Thor, walked over.
“Thor, come here.” The warrior woman Sif extended her hand to Thor, riding on a Pegasus. She was the goddess of earth and harvest in Norse mythology, and an exceptionally outstanding member of Asgard’s younger generation.
Thor, as if granted amnesty, immediately jumped onto Sif’s Pegasus, not forgetting to make a face at Hela: “See? Even true warriors are invited!”
Such childish behavior.
Hela completely ignored him.
She rode her wolf towards the front.
Seeing this.
Thor relaxed slightly.
“You’re so righteous!”
Thor praised loudly from behind.
“My good brother!”
He complimented his childhood sweetheart.
However.
Sif was expressionless.
“Actually, I am your fiancée.”
She spoke without any discernible emotion.
To this.
Thor burst into laughter.
“Such feudal marriages are unreliable!” Thor waved his hand carelessly, “After the war, I’ll take you to Earth, and let you see what free love is like!”
“Do you know? There, you can find love for just a few gold coins.” Thor happily shared his experiences on Earth with his brothers.
However.
He had clearly underestimated Sif’s comprehension.
Love for a few pieces of paper?
“You didn’t go to Midgard as a cook, did you? You went to collect Midgardian diseases and viruses, right?” Sif’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and without another word, she kicked Thor off the horse.
She rode away in disgust, catching up with the other group, leaving Thor standing there, bewildered for a moment before shouting after Sif’s retreating figure.
“I was talking about online dating! Do you know what the internet is? You don’t!” Thor couldn’t catch up with his childhood friend, so he returned to the stable with a somewhat wronged expression.
Soon.
He made his choice.
The other warriors were choosing their mounts.
Then they went to assemble.
War drums roared like thunder throughout Asgard, and the Golden City trembled with the deafening horns. Warriors lined up on horseback, their armor reflecting cold light, spears like a forest, and their fighting spirit boiling.
The imposing army was quite pleasing to the eye, the sounds of clashing metal and galloping horses reverberating in the air, as if even the sky was trembling for the impending war.
Thor stood at the front of the formation, his fingers tightly gripping the handle of Mjolnir, his knuckles turning white from the exertion. Sweat poured from his palms, leaving slippery traces on the metal surface. He had to adjust his grip repeatedly, fearing that the weapon symbolizing his identity would slip from his grasp during the charge.
“I absolutely cannot disgrace myself…”
Thor, experiencing war for the first time, involuntarily glanced at Odin on the high platform—the Father of Gods, clad in golden armor, his single eye sharp, Gungnir in his hand shimmering with destructive light. His father’s figure seemed to tower over him, his majestic posture tightening his chest.
“This is a truly qualified King of Gods.”
Thor looked down at his hammer, lightning swirling on its surface, yet it seemed so insignificant. He recalled Hela’s mocking gaze and his father’s composure when facing the Dark God.
He also remembered his own clumsy fighting styles.
“Do I truly deserve the position of Crown Prince?”
In fact.
Thor felt very lost, and this confusion made him extremely sensitive deep down, which was why he showed such a feigned strength in the face of Hela’s mockery.
“Dong—!”
The war drums thundered again, interrupting his thoughts. Thor suddenly looked up and saw his father raising Gungnir, and surging divine power swept through the army like a tide.
“One day, I will become such an existence!” Thor invigorated himself, his father’s divine power also brushing over his shoulders, giving him some confidence.
Just then.
A soft silver light flowed out from the depths of the Golden Palace.
It fell upon the warriors like moonlight.
“It’s the Queen of Gods!”
Frigga walked over slowly, her robes trailing on the ground, her staff shimmering with starlight. Her face was calm, but her gaze was as deep as an abyss—as the foremost mage in the Nine Realms.
Her strength was far more terrifying than the world imagined.
“May the warriors of Asgard,” her voice flowed like a clear spring, yet contained unquestionable power, “fear no pain on the battlefield, and be fearless in the face of death.”
She tapped her staff, and silver runes fell like snowflakes, integrating into each warrior’s armor. Thor also felt a warm power surge into his body.
Even his hammer seemed to have become lighter.
“What is this child smiling about?”
Frigga just glanced at her son. She walked past the formation and finally stopped before Odin. Her eyes flickered slightly, and a mark more complex than the other runes condensed on her fingertips.
“Father of Gods.”
She said softly.
Placing the rune on Odin’s chest.
“May wisdom guide your path.”
This was a separate blessing for Odin.
Odin nodded slightly, but Frigga did not immediately withdraw her hand. She knew what Odin had done, and so the witch was very worried about Odin’s decision.
“Some beings… dislike betrayal.”
The witch, according to her understanding of the world, leaned in to remind Odin in a low voice.
Regarding this.
A deep light flashed in Odin’s single eye.
He took his wife’s hand and gently patted it.
“Trust me, there will be no problem.”
The King of Gods’ voice was also very low.
“In fact… I’m also adding to Asgard’s stakes.” He looked at his daughter and son, unsure of what he was plotting in his heart.
The King of Gods is always so deep in thought.
Frigga gazed at her husband, and finally let out a sigh, releasing his hand.
Odin turned, Gungnir pointed directly at the sky: “For Asgard!”
“For Asgard!!”
Amidst the thunderous roars, Thor, riding his mount, was filled with passion, raising his hammer and charging at the forefront. Frigga stood in place, watching her husband’s retreating back.
“What exactly is that mysterious ancient god?”
Worry lingered in her eyes.
She murmured to herself.
Watching the army enter the Bifrost, and also watching Hela’s giant wolf mount kick Thor behind it with its hind legs, everyone gradually disappeared into the light of the Bifrost.
The Bifrost.
It is Asgard’s divine artifact for teleportation, capable of opening wormholes between all planets in the Nine Realms, allowing users to instantly teleport to their destination. This is also why Asgard’s dominion is so vast.
In a flash.
The light of the Bifrost pierced the starry sky, and the Asgardian army descended upon a border planet under attack by Frost Giants.
The village was already in ruins.
Survivors huddled amidst the rubble, falling to their knees and weeping when they saw the divine soldiers descend from the sky.
“Asgard has come to save us!”
They had waited for hope.
“Asgard? It’s merely an empire at its twilight!” The Frost Giants stood like mountains, roaring and swinging their great axes, attempting to tear the Asgardian warriors to shreds.
Seeing this situation.
Hela said nothing.
She waved her hands.
Countless dark green spikes erupted from the ground, instantly impaling a dozen Frost Giants like hedgehogs. Her fighting style was fierce and ruthless, every move deadly, felling enemies like wheat stalks wherever she went.
On the other side, Thor was also riding his goat, wanting to prove himself—but this little goat was ill-tempered and tried to throw the God of Thunder off while running.
In a disheveled state.
A miracle happened.
The lightning summoned by Thor, the God of Thunder, was originally “benevolent lightning” with poor aim. However, the lightning he summoned while wobbling was unexpectedly accurate, with every bolt hitting its target—lightning bolts continuously descended from the sky, and with the negative times negative equals positive, under the influence of the goat mount, they truly struck the enemies’ heads without missing a single one!
“Crackle!!!”
The Frost Giants were struck by lightning one by one, screaming in pain, and fell to the ground instantly. Their massive bodies twitched in the electric current, their hair scorched black, and the air was filled with a fragrance like roasted meat.
“Hmm?!” Hela, who had been calmly dispatching enemies, suddenly heard a series of explosions behind her. She turned her head and couldn’t help but be somewhat surprised by Thor the God of Thunder’s performance.
At this moment.
Thor the God of Thunder’s body trembled.
As if enlightened.
“I get it! I have to imagine these enemies as meat on a cutting board!” Thor the God of Thunder, riding the little goat, hadn’t finished speaking before he threw another hammer!
“This is a big meat patty!”
His thrown Mjolnir hammered the Frost Giants fiercely.
They were hammered with such force.
You could probably make very chewy meatballs directly from them.
Boom!!
A lightning bolt struck again, hitting a Frost Giant who was about to get up, blasting it back to the ground, smoking and smelling even stronger.
“Wonderful!”
Thor laughed heartily, his spirits soaring.
“It turns out I wasn’t useless, I just wasn’t in the zone!” He began to stomp his feet and swing his hammer, muttering: “This one is fatty pork! That one is lamb chops!”
With his “culinary-style” command.
Lightning poured down like a torrential rain, each strike incredibly precise, as if imbued with a soul. The battlefield transformed into a massive open-air barbecue stall, with the Frost Giants becoming the most unfortunate ingredients.
“Who dares say I’m useless now?” Thor the God of Thunder had no rosemary in his hands, but he had it in his heart. Thus, with Mjolnir in one hand, he was like a god of slaughter, entering a true no-man’s-land.
Seeing this situation.
Hela certainly wouldn’t admit defeat.
She was harvesting lives on the battlefield.
And.
She also showed off some talent.
“Art should be soul-stirring.”
The corpses of the Frost Giants, under her control, were strung up one by one, like sausages hanging on sharp ice spikes. She tilted her head, admiring her masterpiece—the corpses were arranged in poses that made people blush and hearts pound, some even holding hands and dancing a naked round dance, the scene absurd and bizarre.
“Look, from this angle… doesn’t it have a sense of depth?”
She stepped back a few paces with satisfaction, admiring her work.
The Asgardian warriors looked at this scene, their faces changing from shock to blankness, and finally leaving only an indescribable expression. No one dared to object, but no one possessed the talent to appreciate it.
Just then, Odin, having cleared an area with his personal guard, returned and saw the “art installation” ahead from afar. His brow immediately furrowed into a character resembling “川”.
“…”
The Father of Gods was silent for three seconds, then decisively turned his horse around.
“Warriors!”
His voice was stiff as he covered his single eye.
“Follow me to the Frost Giants’ lair!”
The wise king made a wise decision.
Out of sight, out of mind, so to speak.
As Odin activated the Bifrost’s function again, its beam of light pierced Jotunheim’s perpetually frozen sky. Odin led his elite guard to this frozen land.
The wind howled.
The snow-covered palace was terrifyingly silent.
Not a single guard was in sight.
“Something’s wrong.”
Odin gripped Gungnir tightly, his divine power spreading like ripples to probe.
“It’s too quiet.”
They advanced into the Frost King’s court. The ice-carved pillars reflected a cold light, and there wasn’t even a footprint on the ground. They only stopped when they reached a valley with a huge throne. This was a truly frigid place, with a dim sky, the land covered in eternal frost, and even the air seemed to be frozen.
“Laufey!” Odin’s voice boomed like thunder, causing ice crystals to fall. “You have violated the peace treaty and now you will face judgment! Embrace your destined end!”
Gungnir erupted with a dazzling golden light, illuminating the entire throne. However, seated on the ice throne was not the burly and ferocious Frost Giant King they had expected.
Instead, it was a Frost Giant who looked impossibly young and incredibly thin.
His skin was pale, almost transparent, and his icy blue eyes held a coldness. His long, slender fingers tapped idly on the armrest of the throne. Most striking were the pair of small horns on his head.
They seemed less like a symbol of a Frost Giant and more like deliberate ornamentation.
“Laufey is dead,” the young giant said, his voice soft yet causing the temperature in the entire hall to plummet. “Now, I am the king here.”
He slowly rose, and ice crystals condensed around the throne into a crown of thorns.
“You may call me—”
“King Loki.”
At these words.
The wind in the entire valley seemed to freeze under an invisible force. The light of Odin’s divine power illuminated the young face, and the other was calmly meeting Odin’s gaze.
The cold wind howled, and in the frost-covered hall, the air seemed to freeze.
Odin stood below the high steps, his golden armor emitting a cold radiance under the icy light. His gaze was sharp, locked onto the figure sitting on the throne—the young man who called himself “King Loki.”
“Did you start this war?”
Odin’s voice was deep and majestic.
“Of course,” Loki slowly raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. He nodded, his movement as gentle as if answering an irrelevant question.
“Why?”
Odin’s brow furrowed as he demanded.
“Too many thoughts, too many worries…” King Loki of Frost tapped his fingers on the armrest, his eyes drifting as if gazing into some distant void.
He propped his head with one hand, his fingertips digging deep into his pale skin, muttering to himself in a voice as soft as a dream, “My mind has been filled with so many images lately, fragmented images, as if someone is implanting them into me, implanting those thoughts and memories that are not mine…”
Loki’s voice grew sharp, and a murky crimson appeared in his eyes, “No one can save me, so I can only save myself.” As this sentence fell, the entire hall seemed to tremble.
Odin frowned slightly, looking at the young “King Loki” before him, a strange feeling arose in his heart. This was no ordinary enemy.
This was… a being being shaped by something.
The King of Gods had sensed it.
“You’ve gone mad.”
Odin was silent for a moment.
Finally, he spoke.
His tone carried pity, but also resolve.
“Perhaps.”
Loki smiled, a smile with an almost manic confidence.
“But only when this world is quiet enough can I find true peace. Only when everyone is dead can I find the power I should possess in my dreams.” He looked up, his eyes flashing with a mixture of crimson and murkiness, as if burning with a flame not of mortals.
“Don’t you hear their whispers? They’ve been saying… I am a god.” This somewhat contradictory statement sounded like a madman, and the Father of Gods, without hesitation, hurled Gungnir!
Gungnir slashed through the air, its shaft wrapped in brilliant golden divine power. With a thunderous roar, carrying the divine might of guaranteed victory, it pierced directly towards Loki’s heart!
Ice crystals shattered in its wake, and space warped. The King’s personal guards held their breath, waiting for the spear to pierce the enemy’s chest and for them to witness the King’s victory once again.
However.
Just as Gungnir was about to hit its target, Loki moved. He didn’t dodge or retreat, but raised his hand and gently clenched it.
From the void.
A strangely alluring long sword gradually materialized.
He grasped it in his hand.
The sword’s blade was as black as night, with crimson patterns flowing across its surface, writhing as if alive. Wherever the sword’s edge passed, even light was devoured, leaving only a heart-chilling darkness.
It was—the Darkness Sword!
A god-slaying sword!
An unparalleled divine weapon capable of killing Celestial beings!
“Clang—!!”
The deafening clang of metal echoed throughout the king’s court!
The tip of Gungnir met the blade of the Darkness Sword, and two diametrically opposed forces clashed violently. The resulting energy wave seemed to sweep across the entire planet wantonly!
Surging and terrifying!
The personal guards were thrown to the ground by the shockwave, watching the scene in horror—Loki stood firm, blocking Odin’s fatal blow with the Darkness Sword!
For the first time, Odin’s single eye showed shock.
He couldn’t recognize the sword, but he could feel its power. Now, such an unimaginable weapon had appeared in the hands of a young Frost King!
No wonder Laufey is dead!
“Where did you get this sword?”
Odin asked in a deep voice.
He recalled Gungnir.
Loki did not answer, merely caressing the sword’s blade with obsession, as if listening to its whispers. His eyes grew more chaotic, and the smile on his lips twisted into a near-ferocious grimace.
His eyes became increasingly crimson.
“You should bow down to me, the god who can write history!”
At this moment, the roaring Loki’s voice suddenly became loud and manic. The crimson patterns on the Darkness Sword pulsed like blood vessels, “I am King Loki! I am the God of Stories!”
He swung the sword and attacked Odin.
“Dreams are just dreams!”
Odin grunted.
Gungnir erupted with brilliant divine light.
It clashed fiercely with the Darkness Sword!
The collision of these two supreme powers caused Jotunheim’s ice fields to crack, glaciers to collapse, and shockwaves to sweep across the entire world. The Frost Giants’ homeland was on the verge of turning to dust at this moment.
Loki’s black hair fluttered in the gale, his eyes even more crimson: “You don’t understand at all! Those images—those memories—they are more real than reality!”
Odin’s single eye was grave, his spear tip pressed against the sword’s edge, divine power continuously pouring in, “Put down the sword, Loki! You have been bewitched by it!”
“Bewitched?”
Loki sneered, and the Darkness Sword suddenly twisted and deformed, transforming into a ferocious viper that bypassed Gungnir and lunged directly at Odin’s throat. “It’s the one that showed me the truth!”
“And, judging by your expression, I know… you saw it too! You saw those images! Those truths!” Loki roared madly at Odin.
Such a battle.
The guards could not intervene, only watching as the two figures crisscrossed on the battlefield, each collision sending out rings of energy ripples, as shocking as a star exploding.
The front line was about to extend to the galaxy.
No one could have sensed that, far, far away from reality, the Dark God Nar sat on a throne of bones, his purple-fire burning eyes gazing downwards.
Odin and Loki’s figures were reflected in his eyes.
“Soon, the time for me to return is drawing near,” the Dark God Nar quietly hovered in the void, clad in broken armor, bound by invisible chains.
“I will be the first, and I will be the last.” Nar looked around himself, his gaze piercing through the area that sealed him, sweeping across figures in the void one by one.
This area.
Was filled with countless frames, like comic panels.
In each frame.
Was sealed a terrifying figure.
“Rewrite my story, God of Stories.” Nar’s laughter echoed in the void, he gazed at the dimension of reality, the scheme in his heart was developing in the direction he expected.
…….
At the same time.
The DC Universe.
In the newly built small wooden house.
Ian lay on the floor, with sheet after sheet of paper spread out in front of him, holding a pen with multiple colored refills that could be pressed out, he was diligently drawing something on the manuscript.
In his new room, apart from the simple wooden bed.
There was almost no furniture.
It appeared empty and desolate.
His mother and father had gone to work overtime, his two older brothers were fast asleep, their snores rising and falling. After returning to their own universe, no one inquired about his sudden disappearance.
In fact.
Ian was the first to return to the Extra Dimension.
And then he emerged from the Extra Dimension into the first-floor restroom. At 12:42 AM, the house was already dim, but this did not affect Ian’s passion for creation.
“In Iron Man’s story, Howard needs to be fleshed out.” Ian was still savoring his experiences in the Marvel Universe, and he also lamented the fact that Howard was already dead in the Marvel Universe. He was drawing a scientist wearing a suit and holding an abacus, his eyes firm and piercing. This was his imagination of Howard.
He even wrote a line in the corner of the drawing.
“May all that you do, eventually be remembered in the future.”
After finishing this painting.
Ian’s heart was still filled with regret.
That man who once stood alone at the pinnacle of his era, that great father who fought against fate with a mortal body, actually had no chance to be developed into his follower by an evil god.
Heaven knows how much Ian wished to have such a high-quality follower, and he also wanted to have such a useful true external brain, after all, the wisdom of followers equals the wisdom of evil gods.
Having followers of Howard Stark’s caliber would be equivalent to installing a quantum computer for himself. It’s a pity that Ian could only find Mr. Fantastic next time he entered Marvel.
“It’s not just me who regrets it! I believe this must also be Howard’s regret!” Charcoal smudged heavily on the paper, and Ian began drawing another periodical.
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This is a story about Venom.
Among them.
The appearance of the Dark God Nar was fiercely depicted by Ian.
While recalling the arrogant appearance of the Dark God, he gritted his teeth. Due to his petty nature, he deliberately drew Nar to be extremely ugly.
A crooked throne, a disproportionate skull, fangs exposed, a tumor on his forehead, one eye squinting, and the other eye socket constantly oozing pus.
Ian was such a truly petty person.
He was still concerned about Nar’s plan to run away before he leveled up.
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Ian’s great passion for painting was also to verify his own guess. He had previously experienced a situation where he needed to draw and spread “The Boys” in the DC Universe to unlock a profession, so, in his opinion, people’s perceptions in the DC Universe might affect the “rebirth” of the Marvel Universe.
This might also be a kind of anchor that could help heroes find their “self.” Of course, Ian was only guessing about this. He also knew he should take seriously what New Teacher Tony said about becoming a psychiatrist.
“After all, I’m not a professional, I still need to consult a professional.” Thinking this, Ian took out his half-broken mobile phone and dialed a number while drawing.
“Ring ring ring~”
Late at night.
In Hannibal Lecter’s study, a desk lamp cast a warm yellow halo on the cover of a hardcover book. As the mobile phone screen lit up, he was savoring a portion of steak tartare with truffle shavings.
Accompanied by the phone’s vibration.
The tip of his knife paused mid-air. The caller ID read 【Mental Illness Expert】. Hannibal raised an eyebrow; he didn’t remember ever adding such a remark for anyone.
“Hello?” Hannibal elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth.
“Doctor, are you asleep?”
A clear and childish voice from a young man came from the other end of the phone.
He recognized it.
It was Ian Kent, that peculiar patient.
“Considering what happened yesterday, I doubt anyone can sleep soundly… Ian, are you and your family alright?” Hannibal said, pointing out the other party’s identity while also showing concern.
“As long as the Earth hasn’t exploded, we’ll be perfectly fine.” Ian’s reply was cheerful, and Hannibal could hear the sound of a nib touching paper.
Hannibal looked out at the rain-streaked window and decided to categorize this statement as American teenage humor: “So, is there something on your mind that you want to share with this late-night call?”
He began to get into character.
As a psychiatrist.
One always needed to be prepared to be needed by a patient twenty-four hours a day.
“I have a few friends who need help,” Ian’s voice suddenly became serious. “They are very, very sick, extremely sick, probably more critically ill than any patient you’ve ever seen.”
Yes.
Ian hoped to seek help from Hannibal.
Whether as a person or as a doctor, he knew Hannibal was a top-tier player.
“Hmm? I think… you must have joined a mental illness support group?” Hannibal became interested. He put down his dinner knife and began to focus on inquiring and thinking.
After all.
He had always considered Ian to be the most complex patient he had ever encountered. If even Ian felt that someone was not lightly ill, then either those people were very normal, or they were truly gods of mental illness.
“Something like that.”
The sound of a window closing came.
“I just want to help them.”
Ian’s voice was very sincere.
“That’s very kind. Can you describe their symptoms?” Hannibal also took out his notebook, preparing to record, but unexpectedly, the other party simply played some audio.
“Please wait a moment.”
Ian took out a black box and played the sounds of four people’s heartbeats, pulses, and breathing for Hannibal to hear—Thor was not among them, but he felt Nick Fury was probably also quite ill.
“Can you hear it? If you can’t hear clearly, would you like me to send you the audio file? I have videos too, don’t save data for me, I have free unlimited data.”
After playing the audio, Ian also asked.
“I can hear very clearly, however, the topic we should be discussing is your friends’ mental state. What do you think is abnormal, isn’t it?”
Hannibal tactfully expressed that he didn’t need these things.
At least not for now.
“Aren’t most mental illnesses related to organic lesions?” Ian’s counter-question carried an academic seriousness; he had indeed read some books about mental illness.
No bragging.
“That is indeed the case,” Hannibal narrowed his eyes and added, “but many also stem from psychological trauma, especially in Western countries where psychologically induced illnesses are actually the most common.”
After all, he was more professional than Ian.
Ian did not refute.
After all, a true master always needs to maintain a student’s heart.
He understood that well.
“So, can giving them more medicine solve it?”
Ian tentatively asked. The silver dinner knife bent into a question mark shape in Hannibal’s hand. He remembered a patient of his who ate anti-anxiety pills like candy.
That man should have turned into a boy by now.
Calculating his death date.
He would be about five or six years old now.
Hannibal was silent for an even longer time this time.
“Medicine is not omnipotent,”
He finally said patiently, “If the conditions permit, I would like to meet your friends. I won’t charge, I simply want to learn about more cases.”
It could be seen.
Hannibal was very curious about the mental patients who could be Ian’s friends.
However.
The sound of fabric rubbing came from the phone.
As if Ian was shaking his head.
“Perhaps no one can see them except me.”
The boy sighed.
Dr. Hannibal’s suspicion had already begun to grow.
“Are those people your imaginary friends?” He didn’t follow the common method of accommodating patients, preferring to be direct, and asked without hesitation.
“Of course not, I’m not mentally ill, where would I get imaginary friends?” Ian’s counter-question made Hannibal wipe his forehead in speechlessness.
“They are superheroes, so it’s inconvenient for them to meet others. I know many superheroes, and they are all very filial to me,” the boy added more setting.
Due to unspeakable reasons.
He was actually considering whether he should install two cameras on his head when he next went to Marvel to record the words and actions of those superheroes at any time.
Perhaps he could bring Dr. Hannibal to Marvel too?
However.
Packaging his own psychiatrist would likely be a felony.
Ian was, after all, a law-abiding citizen.
He rarely committed crimes.
“Is that so.”
Dr. Hannibal noticed nothing, and his tone gave no indication whether he believed it or not. Just as he was about to steer the conversation, a flurry of frantic activity suddenly came from the earpiece.
Then came Ian’s exclamation.
“Wait a minute! My body is glowing!”
His voice was filled with astonishment.
Hannibal was completely stunned.
“Did you take any illegal substances?”
The psychiatrist felt that something was not simple.
The probability of American teenagers coming into contact with illicit substances was not low.
“No, I didn’t pick mushrooms by the roadside to eat. I don’t need to eat wild mushrooms when I write. Oh, I do have a wild toad, but I keep it in my pet’s throat.”
Ian’s response further increased Hannibal’s suspicion.
As he was about to try and probe.
He only heard an exclamation.
“Mom! Dad! Where are you! Ian blew up our new home again!” It sounded like an older boy, his voice filled with terror, a hysterical shout.
“Oh, Doctor, wait for me a few minutes… I think I’m really going to get spanked this time, which is understandable. I hit the jackpot, and according to relativity, I’m definitely going to get a good beating.”
Ian’s voice cut off abruptly at this moment.
The call was hung up.
Hannibal held the hot mobile phone.
He hesitated whether to call the Kent couple.
After all.
It seemed that the Kent family now had more than one child going crazy.
Just then.
“Rumble~”
With a loud bang.
Dr. Hannibal ran to the window.
The next moment.
His expression froze on his face.
He saw.
Outside the window.
Although it was only midnight… the sky was bright, even brighter than daytime.
