Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 202 Thor's Journey

Who am I? Where am I? Where should I go?

These questions, known as the three ultimate questions of life, also lingered in the minds of a certain deity.

Thor.

Are other gods as noble, righteous, and kind as you?

In the blink of an eye, that death-like question appeared before Thor.

Before his eyes, the once warm and grand royal banquet shattered instantly into pieces of glass, which shattered and fell wildly downwards. When he finally woke up, he had forgotten what kind of dream he had.

All he remembered was that empty, grayish-white figure, that figure holding the Black Death Sword, still staring intently at him.

He dared not answer. He dared not utter the answer that he used to respond to immediately.

It's weird, isn't it?

Beneath the wasteland, the man who had made a bed of stones slowly rose. Even though he possessed the power to reduce the entire world to ashes, he was deeply troubled by his own problems.

Many people say they have many terrifying enemies, but for him, there is only one enemy that makes him feel fear from the outside in.

Godslayer, Gale.

He could defeat him, but he couldn't forget him.

He can tell anyone that he doesn't care, that he doesn't mind, that he believes in things, and so on.

but.

He said he needed to clear his head, just like he is doing now.

He transformed himself back into the ordinary man in the jacket he was at the beginning, witnessing the tragedies around him along the way.

First, he spent some time tracking down his original team and found that they could defeat the enemy in front of them. He was even gratified when he saw the lightning on the horizon. He knew, of course, who had inherited his power. That's why he left reluctantly. He needed to find his own way first.

Of course, if he encounters a thief or robber, he will go directly to help, without using any so-called Thor's power; he solves everything with just two punches.

This explains why, even as Black Panther and his crew headed northeast, news of trouble involving the villains kept coming from the southwest.

After all, compared to an entire team, Thor fully demonstrated what numerical values ​​truly mean.

A conspiracy or trickery?

Magical power?

Can you withstand one punch from me?

He casually picked up a villain named Baron Mordo, although he didn't know his name, only that the villain seemed to know some magic, and was even preparing to erase some memories from his mind.

Unfortunately, given his physique, which is on par with a single universe, his opponent couldn't hurt him at all.

Mystery must yield to a more powerful mystery, so what about Baron Mordo's two tricks? He'd be better off having the dimensional demons he borrowed repay the debt.

During his journey westward, he also received help from some people.

Some people would give him some food, and although he didn't need it, he would still thank them.

He walked this land like an ascetic.

If some areas experience drought, he will also send down a rain cloud for them.

Gradually.

In many places, legends have begun to circulate about a magical hero who, when he sees injustice, can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist!

While we don't yet know whether the last two sentences are actually compliments, they certainly embody that in Thor's case.

Due to time constraints, he did not define the hero's name for everyone, but that did not prevent people from praising him.

The speed at which these tales were spread even exceeded the speed at which Thor traveled.

Nowadays.

Thor was in a tavern, drinking a rather weak beer, but it was the best thing there was to have.

Then, at that moment, two burly men in green walked in through the doorway. They were very casual, even somewhat frivolous.

Upon seeing the two green figures, countless patrons scurried away as if they had seen monsters, instantly hiding in a corner.

When the two green monsters were completely seated at the bar, only Thor remained sitting in the same spot.

He was drinking his beer with his head down, but this seemed to have piqued the interest of the two green monsters.

"Oh, new here? Looks like you don't know the rules here yet."

These two little Hulks were already used to bullying others, so when they saw this guy who didn't dodge at all, they just subconsciously assumed that he came from somewhere far away, and had no idea who the real owner of this place was.

Remember their great father! The Hulk!

But even the Red Skull fears them, and they firmly control the best land in the west.

No one has ever dared to challenge their authority.

But now we have it.

Saul downed the beer in his glass and then put the empty glass back on the table.

"I don't know what kind of bastard Banner, the Hulk, is in this world, but... I think I've seen enough along the way."

The two little Hulks hadn't reacted yet; they seemed to move slightly, then stopped.

But the next moment, everyone in the tavern stared in astonishment at the two men whose heads had exploded, lying stiffly on the ground, their massive, heavy bodies even cracking the wooden planks.

When the heavy thud sounded, Saul turned his head and, somewhat embarrassed, looked at the bar owner in front of him and apologized.

"Sorry, I ruined your floor."

"It's okay, it's okay. They should have died a long time ago. It's just... could you please not kill anyone in my bar next time? The Hulk Gang will definitely come after me then."

Thor looked at the bar owner, who seemed to be agonizing over the future, then turned to look around at the crowd. There was no excitement or agitation, only fear in the faces of the people.

"Don't worry, there won't be any more Hulk gangs, and no one will bully you anymore. I'll take care of everything."

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

That body, though not particularly tall, was certainly imposing, and possessed an undeniable power of conviction.

Then someone recognized him; he seemed to be the mysterious hero who had been sung about all along the way.

However, the Hulk gang, which had already unleashed boundless carnage and infamy in the area, still dared not speak to the hero, nor even utter a word of blessing.

They looked at the hero walking toward the sunlight with hopeful, pleading, and even worried eyes.

Thor tightened his shoulder strap slightly. He was still a hero, wasn't he?

Now it's time to do what heroes should do!

……

"You mean, there was a huge explosion at the Canadian border, right?"

New Babylon.

Red Skull remained seated on his throne. He received all the intelligence around him, for he realized it was too late, far too late.

News of various villain deaths continued to arrive one after another, and even the Winter Soldier he sent out to kill Bullseye brought news of his death, to the point that he could no longer even track Bullseye.

Red Skull laughed angrily.

He felt as if his authority had been struck by an unprecedented blow.

But now, when the final signal of the explosion in Canada reached his ears, he threw away all his instruments.

A red, skull-like fist slammed into the table in front of him, leaving a clear fist mark on the solid wood.

None of the subordinates reporting below dared to look directly at the enraged monarch, and even the puppet master lowered his head once again.

He just hoped that this time it wouldn't happen to him. He wanted to enjoy his retirement in peace. Couldn't he just retire properly?

"Canada, right? Very well, now send out our superhuman to teach those guys a lesson. Target: wipe them all out, leave no one alive."

Red Skull's cold words came out one by one.

He no longer cared what was happening over there, whether it was heroes or villains; he now wanted to kill everything that interfered with the rules he had set.

He wanted to use absolute force to reaffirm his control over this land!