But they failed in the end.
Zenkichi had been right — just because the Hulk had fallen didn't mean anyone could simply claim him. If that were the case, he wouldn't have become such a force of chaos in the first place.
Surrounded by countless factions, the Hulk's eyes slowly opened. His deep slumber ended in an instant, and what followed was inevitable — carnage.
Far from the battlefield, Arakawa Zenkichi had already returned home, relaxing in front of his television. A new message from S.H.I.E.L.D. popped into his inbox.
"I have something to tell you."
Zenkichi didn't even need to open the message to guess the content. He knew exactly what had happened. Captain America had been freed from the ice and returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. Whatever followed next, he could predict better than anyone.
"The Avengers is officially established. Captain America will be your captain," read the second message.
The sender didn't appear upset by his silence. After all, Zenkichi was a man they couldn't afford to alienate. Powerful allies like him were rare — and dangerous to antagonize — so all they could do was treat him with respect.
"Got it," he replied briefly before returning his focus to the television.
A sudden, sharp crash interrupted his quiet evening — the sound of shattering glass.
Zenkichi's gaze shifted toward the source. Standing there, framed by the broken window, was Loki, his expression twisted with hostility.
"If you're not looking for your brother, then why come to me?" Zenkichi asked coldly.
Without hesitation, he reached out and seized Loki by the collar. The move happened so fast that the God of Mischief barely had time to react.
Loki's mind raced. How had this mortal caught him so easily? This shouldn't be possible. He tried to pull away, but it was useless — Zenkichi's grip was unyielding.
"Tell me what you want, and I might let you go," Zenkichi said, his tone calm but commanding.
Loki tried to mask his unease with arrogance. "Do you know who I truly am?"
"A man from the God Realm," Zenkichi replied evenly.
"Then you know who my father is," Loki continued. "He's one of the most powerful beings alive. If you so much as disrespect me, he'll kill you. Release me now, and I might forget this ever happened."
(Bro be acting like themYoung Masters from Chinese novels...)
Zenkichi almost laughed aloud. He stared at Loki with something between amusement and disbelief. This is the so-called God of Mischief?
"Do you honestly think I don't know your real situation?" Zenkichi asked, his voice cutting like a blade. "Or do you think I don't know your father is dead? If that weren't true, you wouldn't have tried to kill Thor. And threatening me with that lie? Are you out of your mind?"
Loki's eyes widened, shock flashing across his face. How could this man know such a thing? And more importantly… he didn't sense even a trace of divine aura from him.
Who exactly was this Man?
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Sick... could only manage to upload a chapter each on all my fanfictions.
Can you please send Power stones.