Chapter 179: Urgent News from Our Station...
Hell's Kitchen, Murdoch Law Firm.
Qin Mo felt refreshed and every cell in his body was moaning in comfort as he watched his cheap older brother writhe on the ground in pain after injecting the Perfect Spider-Man Serum.
He even pulled out his Mango Phone from his pocket and started recording.
"Brother, look here, at the camera."
Qin Mo had never held much hope of convincing his cheap older brother to abandon his no-kill principle.
What convinces people is never reason, but a brick wall, but his older brother was stubborn, the kind who wouldn't turn back even after hitting a brick wall.
He came today just to try out the 'mouth-Escape technique' that every protagonist possessed.
The result was obvious.
His 'mouth-Escape technique' was really not good.
It was strange; they were both raised by the same father, so why was his bottom line so flexible, while his older brother was as stubborn as a rock?
So frustrating!
Perhaps it was because he had lived two lives and seen too much injustice that he had become so "kind."
Once upon a time, Qin Mo was also as naive, upright, and firmly believed that the law would eventually judge evil, just like his older brother.
"My foolish brother, enjoy it slowly, see you later."
Everything Qin Mo had done had fulfilled his duty as a brother, as for whether his older brother would continue to adhere to the no-kill principle after this...
Let him be.
His cheap older brother had successively injected the Perfect Five-Five Serum and the Perfect Spider-ManSerum, so at least his personal safety was guaranteed.
He arrived at the front desk on the first floor.
Seeing the idle, long-legged Karen, Qin Mo suddenly had a whim, pulled out a serum, and jabbed it into Karen's butt.
Immediately after, he used his powers to throw Karen to the second floor.
"Now you have company, you two can scream slowly."
After pulling down the rolling shutter of Murdoch Law Firm, Qin Mo drove back home.
He quietly waited for: Rocket to sell off the High Evolutionary's assets, the Yakuza to kidnap the Squash King for ransom, the Mafia to kidnap the Italian Godfather for ransom.
There was also the first installment paid by Odin, and the deal Loki was about to successfully broker.
This was the advantage of having many 'cattle and horses'; Qin Mo only needed to give orders, and they would help him earn money.
And money, to him, was power.
The sudden ringing of his phone pulled Qin Mo's wandering thoughts back to reality, and as soon as he answered, Tony's unrestrained laughter immediately came through.
"King, we made it, we made it!"
After nearly two and a half years, the Tony trio finally overcame how to apply nanotech to practical projects.
"Congratulations, congratulations."
"Quick, hurry over, you will be the witness to the first Mark Armor."
"On my way."
Hanging up the phone, Qin Mo felt a little conflicted; due to his existence, the first Mark Armor appeared seven years earlier than in the original timeline.
It would be truly troublesome if the Mark Armor was too strong and beat Thanos into a grandson...
It would affect his money-making enterprise.
For Qin Mo, every crisis Earth encountered made it easier for him to make money, and the biggest crisis was undoubtedly Thanos's arrival on Earth.
Unless something changed because of him.
About twenty minutes later, Stark Tower, Nanotechnology Laboratory.
Tony pointed to the red and gold Mark Armor: "How about it, isn't it amazing?"
"Amazing, amazing." Qin Mo gave a thumbs up.
To persevere in one thing for two and a half years, the Tony trio already had a bit of his style.
One must know, he had persevered in making money for over twenty years, not slacking off for a moment.
Before Tony could continue to show off, Zhao Hailunsuddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him aside: "Tony, don't forget what you promised me before."
"Uh, Dr., give me a hint."
Zhao Hailun gritted her teeth: "I've been holding it in for two and a half years, I must sleep with my idol today."
The smile instantly froze on Tony's face, and he quickly promised: "Don't worry, even if I have to throw money at him today, I'll get King into your bed."
Hearing these words, Qin Mo suddenly felt that this World was too absurd.
Money and women? Is there really such a good thing in the World?
Then he wouldn't be polite, he had to make an exorbitant demand.
Tony took a deep breath, going over the carefully organized speech in his mind again.
As soon as he stepped beside Qin Mo, Jarvis's voice suddenly boomed in the air.
"Sir, there's major news."
"Play."
"Urgent broadcast: A mysterious armed group calling themselves the Illuminati raided Sakura Country in the early hours of this morning, abducting the Squash Kingand all members of the royal family. Currently, the organization has issued an ultimatum to the Sakura government, demanding a ransom of one trillion U.S. dollars within three days."
"The bandits claim: If the money is not received within three days, they will broadcast the execution live."
"This station will continue to follow the latest developments..."
The news broadcast stopped abruptly.
Qin Mo was stunned for a few seconds; he hadn't expected the Yakuza and that group of symbiotes to act much faster than anticipated.
And they demanded one trillion.
Hiss, didn't this mean he would have money again in three days?
Meanwhile, the Tony trio were frozen in place as if under a spell, not moving an inch.
"What the f*ck? Jarvis, collect all information about the Illuminati."
"Sir, there's currently nothing on the internet... Uh, sir, there's another breaking news."
Tony quickly said: "Play."
"Urgent broadcast: Armed militants from the Illuminatiabducted the Roman Hua Shi Ren in the early hours of this morning."
"Currently, the organization has issued an ultimatum to the Roman government, demanding a ransom of one hundred billion U.S. dollars."
"The Illuminati claim: If the money is not received within one day, they will broadcast the execution live."
"This station will continue to follow the latest developments..."
The two breaking news stories completely ignited the emotions of the few people, instantly turning them into onlookers.
"Holy moly, this... is too fierce."
Tony subconsciously looked at Qin Mo.
"Why are you looking at me?" Qin Mo said irritably: "I don't know the Illuminati either. If I knew where the Illuminati were, would I be so short on money?"
"Hehe." Tony chuckled dryly: "I thought you'd know a thing or two after being at S.H.I.E.L.D. for so long."
"These are lawless madmen."
"Good heavens, they actually thought of kidnapping the Squash King and the Roman Hua Shi Ren, and they even succeeded."
"Indeed." Qin Mo sighed, with so many symbiotes, success was inevitable.
Failure would be abnormal.
He was rich now, possessing a Planet's worth of symbiote 'cattle and horses' at his disposal.
Receiving another glance from Zhao Hailun, Tony lightly coughed and pulled Qin Mo aside:
"King, you see Dr. Zhao has looks and a figure, please help out, go and sleep with Dr. Zhao."
Qin Mo rolled his eyes: "You old bastard, Stark, what do you take me, Murdoch, for?"
Want to get it for free from me? Go to hell.
Seeing this, Tony had no choice but to start negotiating: "Just one night, I'll sponsor one hundred million for nutrition."
Qin Mo snorted: "One hundred million, who are you looking down on? Do I look like someone who lacks one hundred million?"
Tony was defeated and asked helplessly: "Then tell me how you'll agree."
Qin Mo pouted: "Well, add more money."
Chapter 180 Go to my room and sleep
Tony had to admit: he had, after all, underestimated Murdock, underestimated the other party's insatiable greed and shameless lack of bottom line.
"King! Dr. Zhao, such a beautiful woman, spent the night with you! How dare you still ask for money, and even complain that the money is too little?!"
Fuck! How can a person be so shameless!
It was as if greed was written into his soul.
Looking at Dr. Zhao's expectant eyes, and then at Murdock's indifferent expression, Tony gritted his teeth.
"How much more do I need to add for you to agree?"
Qin Mo said nothing, just extended his hand, and the five fingers immediately made Tony feel a pang of pain.
"500 million? Are you diamond-encrusted? No, even diamond-encrusted isn't worth 500 million."
Holy crab, he didn't spend 500 million back then, even when he slept with all the magazine cover girls of December.
Murdock, what an animal!
"Tch." Qin Mo sneered, "Big brother, I'm not like you, who pulls up his pants and doesn't recognize people. I am always consistent and extremely responsible to every woman."
"Think about it, once Dr. Zhao and I are together, I'll have to buy her a separate house, right? I'll have to inject her with precious serum, right?"
"All of these cost money."
"Charging you 500 million is already a friendship price, considering we've known each other for many years."
Tony stood still, his face full of shock: "So, I still have to say 'thank you' to you?"
"What do you think?" Qin Mo continued to tick off on his fingers: "Nah, that doesn't even count buying cars, clothes, cosmetics, beauty treatments, travel..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Tony quickly interrupted: "I'll pay, won't I!"
To apply nanotechnology to the Mark Armor, Dr. Zhao Hailun, as a nanotechnology expert, deserved the most credit. To thank the great contributor for her efforts over the past two and a half years, Tony Stark tearfully paid 500 million in 'nutritional' fees.
"King, I've transferred the money to you. If Dr. Zhao isn't satisfied tomorrow..."
Qin Mo patted Tony's shoulder: "You only paid 500 million in 'nutritional' fees, but I've paid a lot more."
He suspected that this fierce battle today would cost him at least several billion, after all, Zhao Hailun had been abstinent for two and a half years, and suddenly got such a good taste.
He couldn't even imagine how crazy it would be.
In fact, Qin Mo was overthinking it.
After taking Zhao Hailun back to her home, the already exhausted Dr. Zhao fell asleep directly in the bathtub and couldn't be woken up.
Qin Mo could have left directly at this point, but what kind of person was he?
He was kind and extremely trustworthy.
Since he had already received 500 million in 'nutritional' fees, he had to provide 500 million worth of service quality.
However, the panic caused by the two kidnapping incidents led to the White House urgently summoning Councilman Murdock to serve as the Hua Shi Ren's security personnel.
Hanging up the phone, Qin Mo pulled up his half-removed pants: "Dr. Zhao, this really isn't my fault. If I could choose, I would definitely stay with you."
After picking Zhao Hailun up from the bathtub, drying her, and tucking her into bed in one smooth motion.
Qin Mo drove to the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tower, where he would take a Quinjet from the S.H.I.E.L.D. Base directly to the White House.
Within an hour of the two kidnapping news breaking, the global public opinion sphere fell into a nuclear-level shock:
The giant electronic screen in Ginza, Tokyo, suddenly cut off advertisements, rolling out urgent news of the Emperor's abduction, and women in kimonos knelt on the sidewalk, weeping uncontrollably.
The Roman Curia rarely flew flags at half-mast, and thousands of demonstrators gathered in St. Mark's Square, some holding placards saying "President Come Back" in a sit-in.
At the same time.
The White House security advisor was roaring into the phone: "Not even a mosquito is allowed in!!"
Hua Shi Ren Ellis, under layers of protection from the security team, ran towards the underground safe room.
These two kidnapping incidents made the Illuminatiinstantly the most famous terrorist organization on Earth, with even the mysterious High Table ranking behind them.
"Daddy, you should issue a condemnation statement right now, condemning the Illuminati's illegal actions."
Before Ellis could speak, the head of security said with a solemn expression: "For the safety of Mr. Hua Shi Ren, it's better to wait for Councilman Murdock to arrive before issuing a condemnation statement..."
Lily Ellis was full of confidence: "Don't worry, I'm here."
She was at least a Super Soldier now, so holding on for a while shouldn't be a problem, right?
Hua Shi Ren Ellis smiled with relief: "Good, truly a daughter of my Ellis family."
Lily Ellis's calm and composed demeanor gave Ellis a pleasant surprise, as if he had found a family heir.
After he served another term, let Pierce take over, and after Pierce's term, his good son-in-law Murdock would take over for two terms, and after his son-in-law's term, his good daughter Lily might even be able to...
For the next two decades, the Ellis family's influence would not wane, and might even become the family with the most Presidents in the entire U.S.
After the condemnation press conference ended, Qin Moarrived late, taking the S.H.I.E.L.D. Quinjet.
The moment they saw Murdock, all the White Housestaff breathed a sigh of relief; at least... they didn't have to worry about the Illuminati attacking the White House.
Calming down, the White House returned to normal, with various meetings being held in an orderly manner.
Compared to the busy meetings in the Hua Shi Ren's office, the secretary's office was equally bustling, with the long-unseen lovers already entangled.
Two and a half hours later, the 'fire' gradually subsided.
Lily Ellis exhaled warmly: "Sleep in my room tonight. The bed in my room is big and soft."
The third floor of the White House main building was the living space for the Hua Shi Ren and his family, approximately 1200 square meters.
As if afraid he would refuse, she added: "You won't be able to go home, at least for the next few days, until the Illuminati incident is resolved."
"That serious?" Qin Mo asked casually.
"Yes, if the Illuminati's demand for ransom succeeds, it will become an extremely successful case, and those Terrorists will most likely follow suit."
"Until we have a clear understanding of the Illuminati's strength, Daddy definitely won't let you leave."
"This..." Qin Mo's tone shifted: "That's actually quite good."
"Good in what way?" Lily Ellis asked, puzzled.
"Good in... being able to spend a few more days by your side."
"You're annoying!"
...
Milky Way Galaxy, Black Order Mothership.
Seduced by Qin Mo, or more accurately, by the allure of the Golden Sentinel serum, Loki accepted Qin Mo's instructions and came alone before Thanos.
Solely to trick him into sending troops to attack Earth.
"An Asgardian?" Thanos raised an eyebrow.
Recently, Odin, the Asgardian God King, had, despite his status, stirred up a frantic wealth plunder across the Universe.
His greed was so intense, as if his divinity was stained, completely losing the majesty and bearing befitting a ruler of a realm.
Therefore, Thanos was extremely confused by the Asgardian who suddenly appeared before him.
For some reason, the moment he saw Thanos, Loki's heart rate slowed down. He had to suppress his discomfort and smile at Thanos.
"Hey, hello there, Sanos."
"I'm here to make a deal."
Chapter 181: Pure-blooded and Inexperienced
Negotiate?"
Thanos sneered, "What is your status? To negotiate with me? If you want to negotiate, have Odin come to me personally."
It was about kings dealing with kings, generals with generals, and soldiers with soldiers.
A mere second-generation Asgardian had no right to negotiate with him, Thanos, whenever he pleased.
"Alright." Loki didn't hesitate, turning to leave.
Even with a vague fear of Thanos, that man had given Loki unwavering confidence.
Fear what? If he encountered danger later, he could just shout, "Uncle, save me!"
Little Thanos was laughable in front of his uncle.
This scene, however, completely stumped Thanos, his large head filled with countless question marks.
No, are you really going to call Odin?
Damn it, I just said that casually, do you not understand what a 'mouth-strong king' is?
This is truly a pure-blooded hothead!?
To be honest, facing an old powerhouse like Odin, Thanos's chances of winning were already slim.
And Odin's recent abnormal behavior made Thanos feel that it was nothing more than the last madness of a dying man—like an out-of-control old beast, biting anyone it saw.
Therefore, Thanos didn't want to get involved at all, only wanting to hide far away and wait for Odin to die of old age.
The Ancient One was already gone, and he heard that the newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme was just a blue house cat, which was utterly ridiculous. From this, it could be seen that Kamar-Taj had no successors.
Thanos was not in a hurry; the only thing he had to do now was to wait for Odin to breathe his last.
At that time, he could personally go to Kamar-Taj and seize the Time Stone.
But the words were already out; if he abruptly stopped Loki, wouldn't Thanos lose face?
Noticing the conflict on his Master's face, Ebony Maw, with great perceptiveness, stepped forward.
"Brother Loki, hold on."
Loki stopped, turning around with an expression of anger and helplessness: "I came to pledge my allegiance sincerely, so why does Mr. Sanos treat me like this?"
Ebony Maw explained in a low voice, "My Master… isn't very bright. Please forgive him. We are still very willing to negotiate with you."
"Then let's talk?"
"Let's talk."
Loki then said seriously, "Mr. Sanos, I need an army to conquer Earth. Once I become the Master of Earth, I will naturally present the Tesseract to you."
Upon hearing of the Tesseract, Thanos first clenched his fist, then quickly released it, continuously rubbing his fingers.
"Why should I help you? If I need the Tesseract, why wouldn't I go to Earth myself to get it?"
"Then you go to Earth yourself and get it."
After saying this, Loki turned to leave again.
At this moment, Thanos was convinced—this Frost Giant, Loki, from Asgard, was absolutely a pure-blooded hothead.
Do you not understand how to haggle?
Isn't negotiating a back-and-forth, a give-and-take? It's not done so straightforwardly!
Seeing this, Ebony Maw had no choice but to stop Lokiagain: "Brother Loki, I already told you, our boss isn't very bright. Why bother arguing with him?"
"Ignore him. Just pretend he's farting."
"Pretend he's farting?" Loki's acting was on point.
Ebony Maw nodded heavily: "Yes, pretend he's farting. Come, let's continue talking."
At this moment, Loki perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be the God of Mischief—clever yet not quite clearly clever.
"Mr. Sanos, just give me two million troops, and I can occupy Earth in an instant."
Thanos was about to speak, then suddenly realized this was a hothead. He paused, then looked at Ebony Maw, signaling: You talk to him.
Ebony Maw nodded: "Oh, Brother Loki, aren't two million troops a bit too many?"
"Too many?" Loki asked in surprise.
"Too many. Little Earth doesn't need two million troops at all. How about this: we send twenty thousand Chitauri, and you'll have full command. How does that sound?"
"Isn't twenty thousand a bit too few? It's not even enough for my foolish brother Thor to hammer."
With that, Loki laughed as if suddenly enlightened: "You might not understand the people of Earth very well."
"They have a powerful green fatty named Hulk, and an iron lump called Iron Man, as well as the one known as the God on Earth—King…"
"Who?"
"King Murdoch."
Ebony Maw shook his head in surprise: "Never heard of him."
Seeing that the two were about to continue arguing, Thanos picked up a scepter from beside his throne and threw it to Ebony Maw.
"Have him take this."
"Yes, Master." Ebony Maw bowed in acknowledgment, then looked at Loki solemnly and said.
"Brother Loki, this is the Mind Stone. With just a light touch, it can control people's minds. No matter how powerful those Earthlings you mentioned are, they will become your puppets to conquer Earth."
Taking the Mind Stone, the fervor in Loki's eyes almost materialized. His first thought was—to control Murdochwith the Mind Stone and seize the Golden Serum.
As the thought flashed through his mind, a familiar feeling arose from the bottom of his heart: a great terror was about to descend.
Recalling the fifty billion he had been scammed out of not long ago, Loki swallowed hard, as if in fear.
This scene, however, appeared to Thanos and Ebony Maw as: Loki's loss of composure after fantasizing about becoming the Master of Earth.
This also made Ebony Maw believe Loki even more, because: subconscious small expressions cannot be faked.
For Thanos, whether it was real or fake didn't really matter.
The reason for this arrangement was mainly to test—the true strength of the Asgardian God King.
If Odin personally intervened as the Lord of the Nine Realms when Loki attacked Earth, it would mean that Odin still had some time to live.
But if Odin did not intervene, it could only mean that he was not far from death.
What good would it do to let a dying God King run rampant for two more days? Moreover, it could also be used to ascertain the current strength of the people of Earth.
Even if the worst happened, only the Chitauri would die, which would have no impact on the Black Order.
It was a clear case of killing multiple birds with one stone, truly a complete win.
Seeing the smile on his Master's face, Ebony Maw also smiled and said, "Brother Loki, I will send you to the Chitauri Planet to select your expeditionary soldiers."
"Good, thank you."
Loki cupped his hands towards Thanos and followed Ebony Maw to the Chitauri Planet.
Twenty thousand troops should allow for a good amount of profit.
The fact that Odin broke through with just one Golden Serum made Loki, who had always been uninterested in money, become a money-lover.
After all, money equals strength!
Upon the Void Throne, looking at the direction where the two disappeared, Thanos suddenly smiled sinisterly.
With three of the six Infinity Stones soon to be in his possession, he was getting closer and closer to his great dream of saving the Universe.
The Time Stone only required waiting for Odin to die, and he could retrieve it from Kamar-Taj at any time. Only the Reality Stone and the Soul Stone remained untraceable.
"Is there any news about Gamora?"
Hearing this, Corvus Glaive, one of the Black Order, quickly replied, "Gamora and Nebula are still helping Ronan. Ronan said he would only hand over the Cosmic Orb after taking Xandar."
"Tell them to speed up."
"Yes, Master."
Chapter 182 Resurrection Coin? !
Great America, White House, third floor.
Accompanied by the creaking of the bed boards, intermittent murmurs continuously drifted through the room.
Finally, two and a half hours later.
With a low growl, the entire room fell completely silent.
Disconnecting, Qin Mo lit a cigarette and glanced at the time. There were only two hours left until Watermelonpaid the ransom.
Two days ago, the Roman government paid a ransom of 100 billion to successfully redeem their Hua Shi Ren.
As soon as the news broke, it was like lighting a fuse, instantly igniting the globe and plunging the World into complete madness.
According to incomplete statistics, in just three days, the continent of Europe, which advocates freedom and democracy, has experienced multiple attempted kidnappings of officials.
And in the free U.S., street gunfights and constant chaos are a daily occurrence.
The only exception was New York State.
This area, where Murdoch has fought crime for years, is so safe that it feels completely disconnected from the rest of Great America.
A sudden change in style wouldn't even begin to describe it.
Not only the residents of New York State, but all of Great America, and even the World, knew why this was—because that man was a child of New York State.
For a time, wealthy people everywhere began to emigrate.
In contrast, countries with strict gun control measures remained orderly and peaceful as usual—which also made the World suddenly realize the importance of gun control.
To make this grand show complete, Qin Mo once again dispatched the Symbiote Legion to kidnap the Hua Shi Ren of the five permanent members of YouTube, one by one, and successfully extorted a sky-high ransom of 800 billion.
The only exception was A-San—they refused to pay the ransom.
So, the evil Symbiote Legion did not hesitate and directly tore up the ticket.
In response, the kind Qin Mo strongly condemned the Symbiote Legion for a full three seconds.
As the hour approached, a 'ding-dong' system store credit notification sounded in his ears.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the little Japanese really paid up."
Since that's the case, let's let Squash King off for a few years, and then do it again when I'm bored in a few years.
Having earned 1.9 trillion in three days, Qin Mo was in a great mood. He embraced Lily Ellis and went for another round, and only after his passion was released did he open the system store.
[Fragment of the Heart of the Universe 1/10, the Heart of the Universe is an incomplete part of OAA… Price: $500 billion]
[Current fragments held: 1]
"Buy, buy, buy."
Qin Mo was flush with cash.
It's all small change; at worst, he could just kidnap a few more Hua Shi Ren.
The path to wealth is indeed written in the criminal law.
"Ding, purchase successful. It has been stored in your system warehouse. Thank you for your patronage, and welcome again next time."
Qin Mo suddenly realized: after getting rich, even the system became polite…
This is so damn realistic.
When he was poor, the store would only refresh things like black widow stockings and she-hulk pants to mock him.
Now it even says thank you!
Indeed, a man can never be without money. With money, let alone ghosts pushing mills, even the system can say thank you.
[Closed-Mouth Zen, Black Bolt's unique skill]
[Releases destructive sonic waves through sound. The longer the mouth is closed, the greater the power.]
[Price: $1 billion]
Seeing the product information, Qin Mo stroked his chin.
"Mysterious and confident Black Bolt? The confident Boy who was instantly killed by a single glance from Wanda?"
Black Bolt is the leader of the Inhumans, which is the leader of Skye's race, and his sonic attack is actually quite buggy.
In the comics, Black Bolt once had a highlight moment: a roar instantly killed a group of Celestials.
But judging solely by the price, Closed-Mouth Zen should only be half the strength of an Omega-Level Mutant Ability.
"This ability... I don't need it."
For Qin Mo, Closed-Mouth Zen wasn't even a chicken rib; it was useless and even took up a refresh slot for nothing.
After a few grumbles, he continued to look down.
[Resurrection Coin, Price: $1 trillion]
[Non-transferable, only effective on oneself, can be resurrected at full status after Death.]
At this second, Qin Mo instantly froze, a ridiculous thought flashing through his mind: Am I going to die soon?
Based on many years of experience, the items refreshed by the system generally follow a few principles.
Firstly, it is related to the amount of funds held by the store.
That is to say, the remaining funds in the store are directly proportional to the quality of the goods. The higher the amount of funds held, the higher the quality of the refreshed goods.
When he had no money, it refreshed a $1 notebook.
When he had money, it refreshed a Heart of the Universe fragment priced at $500 billion.
Secondly, it is related to the current predicament.
Such as: the Nine Revolutions Fusion Pill that allows human souls to merge with a Celestial Body.
These were all part of the system's money-grubbing tactics, and Qin Mo had been scammed once before.
Fortunately, his realm breakthrough speed was extremely fast, and he was able to perfectly integrate the human soul with the Celestial Body by his own strength.
Therefore, the moment he saw the Resurrection Coin, Qin Mo subconsciously thought: he might die soon.
But how could that be?
At this time in the Marvel Universe, apart from OAAabove all things and OBA below all things, there was almost no existence that could kill him.
"Could it still be a money-grubbing trick? Or is this a blatant open scheme?"
Is the Resurrection Coin useful? Extremely useful.
After all, it could give him an extra life, and an extra life at full status.
Thinking of this, Qin Mo took a deep breath.
"Purchase Resurrection Coin."
"Ding, purchase successful. The Resurrection Coin has been successfully bound to the host and will be automatically activated upon Death."
Unlike all other purchased items, Qin Mo hoped that he would never need the Resurrection Coin.
Not needing the Resurrection Coin meant that all future crises would not be considered crises, and he could solve them with his own strength.
But if he had to use the Resurrection Coin, then it would be completely over. An existence that could kill him…
One Resurrection Coin was useful, but not enough, unless he bought ten thousand or eight thousand more, he could wear down the opponent.
Just as he was about to close the store interface, the system prompt sounded again: "Ding, consumption has met the standard. The system will upgrade and unlock a new function: Ability Transfer."
"Ability Transfer: You can transfer your useless superpowers to the target."
"No fees will be charged during the transfer process."
Upon hearing this, Qin Mo immediately closed the store interface without hesitation: "So, you were waiting for me here all along."
The money-grubbing system truly stops at nothing to get money. It already said it was a useless superpower, so why buy it if it's useless?
Is he so rich that he's burning money?
Moreover, among the people he knew, there was no one who was silent and didn't like to talk.
Skye and Thor were like larks, chirping all day long—discussing what clothes looked good. Kanna was even worse, wanting to eat this and that.
Even the bionic Kara could chat with Quintessa and the humanoid Transformer Alice.
Lockdown used to be aloof, but after meeting Megatron, he also changed, constantly buying beds, almost sleeping in the same bed as Megatron.
Hill, Tina, and Lily were even less likely; Qin Mocertainly didn't want them to shake the roof off when they were making love.
And Pepper, Happy, and Dr. Ethan around Tony were also talkative.
In short, no one was suitable for Closed-Mouth Zen.
After a moment of careful thought, Qin Mo's eyes suddenly lit up. There really was a silent fellow.
"Bucky!"
"It's you! Such an awesome superpower as Closed-Mouth Zen, selling it for 100 billion isn't too much, right?"
No money? Then pay in installments.
Chapter 183 That's My Money
Given the severe threat to global security, and with the approval of the Security Council:
S.H.I.E.L.D., Spear S.H.I.E.L.D., MI13, and other extraordinary organizations, in collaboration with local law enforcement, jointly launched a crackdown on crime and evil.
The counterattack against the authorities' threats was swift and unstoppable. In just seven days, all Terroristswere swept away.
MI13 even called Captain Britain back for an appearance to make a statement.
(Captain Britain has not officially appeared in the marvel cinematic universe, but he was mentioned in a conversation.)
With the crisis resolved, Qin Mo was able to return home.
Although the Hua Shi Ren's daughter was beautiful and had the added prestige of her identity and location, it would eventually become tiresome.
Moreover, the ten-day period was up. It was time to go to Counter-Earth to inspect Rocket Raccoon's work, which meant receiving and selling the High Evolutionary's assets for funds.
Counter-Earth.
Looking at the large sign above the Base that read "Rocket Raccoon and Lylla's Home," Qin Mo sighed with emotion.
"This Rocket Raccoon is quite interesting, but Groot, Ban Ban, Floor... they were ultimately misguided."
It was clearly a game for five, yet Groot, Ban Ban, and Floor had no naming rights.
The moment he entered the Base, Rocket Raccoondarted in front of him: "Boss, you're here..."
Seeing Rocket Raccoon stammering, Qin Mo asked, "What, is there a problem?"
"Uh."
Rocket Raccoon was extremely dejected: "Most of the Black Devil's assets have been successfully liquidated, but some were victims of 'black-on-black' deals, and the buyers didn't pay..."
"Boss, it's my fault. I transferred the money to my own account, thinking I'd give it all to you later, but the Nova Empire froze it due to a massive unexplained source of wealth."
"Interesting, interesting."
Qin Mo laughed in anger.
"After so many years, it's rare to encounter someone so blind... How much money was frozen?"
Rocket Raccoon quickly replied, "A total of five trillion Nova Credits were frozen by the Nova Empire."
"That's my money!" Qin Mo cursed.
Xandar, you have chosen the path of Death.
"Uh, and another trillion from a buyer who hasn't paid."
Hearing this, Qin Mo instantly felt utterly speechless. For a simple asset liquidation, to encounter two such extreme cases was truly something else.
"So, you've been busy for ten days, and not a single coin has reached your hand, huh? And who is the one who didn't pay?"
"A guy who calls himself The Collector."
"Hahaha."
Qin Mo burst out laughing.
If it were someone else, he might not have laughed so happily: "So it's him. Wonderful, truly wonderful."
Who is the richest in the marvel cinematic universe is probably a difficult question to get a universally convincing answer to, but The Collector's assets would definitely be at the top of the list.
Not only The Collector, but also his brother, the Grandmaster, are both among the exceptionally wealthy.
Originally, Qin Mo had planned to directly occupy Xandar, retrieve the frozen money, and simultaneously demand one hundred times the compensation from the Nova Empire.
Dare to freeze my money, and you must be prepared for your nation's demise. Qin Mo wouldn't mind turning the entire Xandar into a living hell.
Either pay up, or perish.
But upon hearing that The Collector had reneged on the deal and didn't pay, Qin Mo instantly changed his mind.
"Come, let's go to the Land of Nihility."
The Land of Nihility is an interstellar space station built by The Collector using the head of a Celestial as its core. This head originated from an ancient Celestial.
"Boss, just the three of us? I heard The Collector has lived for millions of years..."
Before Rocket Raccoon could finish speaking, space suddenly shifted. Rocket Raccoon was shocked to find that they had already left Counter-Earth and appeared in a large room filled with collectibles.
"Uh, Boss is truly a man of few words and decisive action. There's no hesitation at all."
He was indeed the Master Rocket Raccoonacknowledged.
The sudden appearance of one man, one Rocket Raccoon, and one Groot immediately caught the attention of The Collector Tivan, especially since the Rocket Raccoon and Groot were not among his collections.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what's going on today? Is there such a good thing? Collectibles delivering themselves to my doorstep?"
The Collector, whose real name is Taneleer Tivan, is one of the Elders of the Universe.
The reason he obtained immortality was because he lost a bet with Death and was condemned to never again set foot in the realm of Death.
The Collector's wife, after accompanying him for millions of years, grew weary of eternal life and chose to commit suicide to seek release.
Tivan, having lost his beloved, began to devote his mind to a new hobby—collecting peculiar artifacts and life forms from all corners of the Universe—to maintain his gradually crumbling sanity.
Gradually, this collecting behavior transcended mere passion, becoming an almost obsessive infatuation.
Tivan no longer collected for meaning, but for the sake of collecting—as long as he deemed it rare or precious, he would acquire it at any cost.
His previous transaction with Rocket Raccoon was precisely because he valued the rarity of the item being traded.
Why didn't he pay? He was judging the situation.
Tivan felt that this would further stimulate his gradually dying mindset.
With new collectibles arriving, Tivan was in such a good mood that he even joked, "Are the three of you here to pawn yourselves?"
Qin Mo suddenly reached out, and Tivan's body flew straight over, his neck firmly grasped in Qin Mo's hand.
A true expert reveals his skill at first move.
In just an instant of confrontation, Tivan already understood: trouble, a thorny problem.
However, it wasn't a big issue.
"This guest, let's talk nicely. I don't know how I offended you, but at least let me die understanding."
For many years, Death's curse was both a curse and a guarantee of life.
The fact that he would never die gradually made Tivanfearless. He even dared to poke a tiger's butt; after all, he wouldn't die, at most he'd get beaten up.
It was just a diversion in his long life.
Rocket Raccoon, emboldened by Qin Mo, pointed at Tivan's nose and cursed, "You idiot, weren't you so brave the other day? Saying you wouldn't pay, damn you!"
"Quickly hand over that one trillion Nova Credits."
Compared to Qin Mo's art of trickery, Rocket Raccoonwas still too young, only thinking of getting his principal back.
Hearing this, Tivan suddenly realized: so it was that transaction on the black market a few days ago.
"Oh, I was just joking. I, The Collector, have an impeccable reputation. How could I not pay?"
One trillion Nova Credits to send these bumpkins away.
With a crunch, Qin Mo directly twisted Tivan's neck, threw the corpse on the ground, and once again held the opponent's soul in his hand.
"Sorry, just kidding."
Seeing that person grin, Tivan completely panicked. After losing the bet with Death back then, he was condemned to never again set foot in the realm of Death.
In short, he would never die.
Therefore, even when facing an insurmountable foe, Tivan always remained calm and collected.
What's so great about you? If you're so capable, kill me.
But now—he was already dead, and even his soul was almost dissipated, as if it would completely vanish between heaven and Earth in the next second.
"So... this is what Death feels like."
Once upon a time, he yearned so much to end this endless life, but due to Death's curse, he could not die.
But when he truly stood on the boundary of Death, Tivan was horrified to discover—he was afraid.
"I can't die... There are still so many rare treasures in this world that I haven't collected. I can't just disappear like this..."
At least, not now.
The instinct for survival finally completely broke through his last shred of dignity. Tivan pleaded hoarsely:
"Big Brother... I'll pay, I'll give you ten trillion!"
"Please... let me go..."
Hearing this, Qin Mo finally let go.
The soul-form Tivan hurriedly tried to re-enter his body on the ground, but awkwardly discovered: he couldn't get in.
"Big Brother, please, could you help me?"
Qin Mo grinned and said, "Help? No problem, but that's a different price."
Chapter 184 The Collector's Collection
The Land of Nihility, The Collector's Base.
Tivan's soul knelt on the ground, looked up, and smiled fawningly, "Sir, just name your price?"
Qin Mo sat in a chair, with Rocket Raccoon and Treant Groot standing on either side, exuding the aura of a mob boss.
"How much do you think your life is worth?"
"Sir, I am willing to offer everything, the entire Land of Nihility, including myself, if only you will let me live."
At this moment, Tivan truly realized that, compared to his collections, he actually cared more about his own life.
After all, if collections were lost, they could be found again.
If life was lost, then truly everything would be gone.
Consciousness, memories, breath… everything would completely dissipate from the World with Death.
"Seeing as you're so sensible."
Qin Mo paused, "The Death penalty can be avoided, but the living punishment is unavoidable. When you've earned one hundred trillion, I'll give you freedom."
Freedom is a relatively broad concept.
Broadness also means there is a lot of room for maneuver, and what kind of freedom it is, isn't it up to Qin Mo to decide!
"Thank you, thank you, Sir."
While Tivan was kowtowing, his soul had already been drawn back into his headless corpse.
Coming back to life, Tivan took a deep breath, pressed his hands to his head, and with a sudden twist, reattached his broken neck.
"Sir, I will transfer the money to you now."
He couldn't not transfer the money; his life was in their hands, not to mention his soul had been imprinted with a restriction.
Tivan was extremely vexed, wishing he could slap himself a few times. How could he have been so foolish back then—to engage in a 'black eats black' scheme instead of just giving the money directly, which would have avoided provoking this Sir.
Tivan couldn't imagine how powerful this Sir was.
Just from the fact that the other party could break the curse of Death, he was at least a strong individual comparable to Death, or even stronger.
My goodness, he was undoubtedly a truly powerful backer.
Thinking this, Tivan suddenly felt extremely fortunate. Fortunately, he had reneged on the debt back then; otherwise, this Sir wouldn't have come knocking.
If he hadn't been confronted, how could he have latched onto such a powerful backer? Looking at it this way, 'black eats black' was still necessary.
Perhaps in the future, he might even encounter an even more powerful backer than this Sir, and then… hehe.
"Sir, ten trillion has been transferred to you."
Rocket hung his head, seemingly pondering why the big boss would have The Collector transfer ten trillion into an account frozen by the Nova Empire.
What special purpose did this have?
It couldn't just be for compensation, could it!?
Qin Mo waved his hand, "Do you have any rare collections? Show us something to broaden our horizons."
"Alright, Sir."
Tivan perfectly embodied the image of a lackey, leading Qin Mo and his group on a tour of the collections.
"Sir, this duck is Howard the Duck. It's an alien duck that can speak human language."
A duck in a pink suit and black tie was sitting in a display case, swirling a wine glass in its hand.
"Oh, handsome young man, can you let this duck out?"
"No problem."
Qin Mo stared at Howard the Duck and smiled, "100 billion for your freedom."
The pink-suited duck immediately said speechlessly, "What a greedy fellow."
According to Marvel's officially released asset rankings, Howard the Duck's wealth was 654 U.S. dollars, ranking second on the Marvel Universe's wealth list.
The first was Black Panther with 500 billion.
However, these were all old intelligence, because Iron Man only had 12.4 billion U.S. dollars, and Kingpin had 30 billion U.S. dollars in wealth.
Can you believe that a top-tier rich second-generation scientist, who owns the vast Stark Industries Group, has less wealth than a gangster?
What's more, there are also those Celestials who possess immeasurable wealth.
So, any wealth list is just for show.
The truly rich will never show their faces, because if they do, they will be instantly eliminated, or at least become targets.
"Sir, inside this cabinet are Dark Elves, from a realm called the Nine Realms. It is said that the Dark Elveshave been completely wiped out."
Tivan boasted, "This is the last one I have."
Qin Mo smiled without speaking. The Dark Elves were not wiped out; they were merely hiding in hibernation. When the Aether Particle, which is the Reality Stone, appears, the Dark Elves will be awakened.
Hmm, a good bunch of cannon fodder, worth a look with the Anti-Life Equation.
At this moment, Tivan pointed to a dog wearing a Celestial-style mask inside the display case.
"Sir, this is Cosmo, a dog from Earth. It's not just any dog; it's a psychic space dog."
"Release it," Qin Mo said calmly.
After all, it was a dog from Earth. If he hadn't encountered it, that would be one thing, but having encountered it, how could he not save it?
"Yes… Sir."
Though his heart was filled with reluctance, his soul had been restricted, and Tivan dared not defy the Sir's wishes, so he directly opened the display case and released Cosmo the space dog.
Telepathy: "Thank you, fellow countryman."
Telepathy: "You're welcome."
"Fellow countryman, can this dog follow you?"
"Follow that Rocket Raccoon first."
After a tour, Qin Mo found that The Collector Tivan's collections were somewhat undeserving of their reputation.
Tivan decided whether to collect items based on their rarity, whether they were objects or life forms. The value of these things was subjective.
At least, Qin Mo didn't see anything particularly good.
The only thing of some value, the Aether Particle, which is the Reality Stone, still had to wait a few years for the Asgardian to send it for safekeeping.
"Tell me about all the assets you own."
Upon hearing this, Tivan quickly went through his mind: "Sir, my biggest asset is the Land of Nihility, which is the head of an ancient Celestial."
"Besides that, the employees outside who are extracting brain fluid come from my Tivan Group, mainly responsible for mining and maintaining order in the Land of Nihility."
The Land of Nihility, which is that Celestial head, is roughly the size of the Moon. The wealth in such a large place is even more than that of the High Evolutionary.
It is enough to show the preciousness of Celestial brain fluid.
As a Celestial, Qin Mo did not feel any discomfort about this.
After all, his soul still belonged to a human.
In the Marvel World, which has a power system, most people understand the principle of the strong preying on the weak.
This Celestial was accidentally decapitated, and no one could be blamed. Perhaps the only impropriety was that the Celestial did not bury its head and body together back then.
After a brief chat, Qin Mo revealed his true intentions: "Hand over all the money you have."
Rather than letting Tivan continue to waste money buying all sorts of miscellaneous collections, it would be better to hand it all over and do something more meaningful.
"Sir, I truly have nothing left. I've saved for millions of years and only accumulated ten trillion, which I just gave you all."
Having lived for millions of years, if he hadn't purchased collections, Tivan would possess an extremely terrifying amount of wealth.
However, to survive, and to find a thought that could sustain his survival, Tivan chose to collect items.
And collecting items required a huge amount of money, which meant that even after living for millions of years, he only managed to save ten trillion.
The thought that he would never have money to buy collections again from now on suddenly made Tivanstart whimpering and crying.
It was bitter, so bitter.
It turned out that money was the most important thing.
Seeing this, Qin Mo was speechless.
"Don't cry. I'm not blaming you. If you don't have money, just work hard to earn it in the future."
"You can rest assured, Sir. I promise to work hard to earn money."
Chapter 185 Hand over all deposits
Xandar, Nova Plaza.
The fountain water refracted tiny specks of light in the sun, rising and falling with the rhythm of the spray.
Aliens of all kinds moved through it—blue-skinned octopi wiggling their tentacles, shark-men baring their sharp teeth, and female centaurs taking pictures with their phones.
As Qin Mo and his group walked by, they only drew a few glances.
The combination of a Human, Rocket Raccoon, a treeman, and a dog was indeed more pleasing to the eye than these strange and exotic races.
Qin Mo was too lazy to stage any face-slapping scenes.
He directly led Rocket Raccoon and the others deep into Nova Corps headquarters.
Only to deal with the ruler of the Nova Empire.
Just as the Kree Empire is ruled by the super AI, Supreme Intelligence, the true ruler of Xandar is the supercomputer, Worldmind.
This is a supercomputer that stores all the data of the entire Xandar civilization.
It seems that the culmination of civilizational evolution is often rule by a super intelligence, similar to the WorldConsciousness or Heavenly Dao in cultivation novels.
As for why this is the case?
Qin Mo guessed it might be because super intelligences, unlike Humans, do not possess selfishness and desires.
At the very beginning of a super intelligence's creation, its creators would engrave its underlying operating logic: fairness, justice, and openness.
And super intelligences like Zola—who like to hoard private stashes—are, after all, a minority.
The heavily guarded core area, however, was like an empty facade to Qin Mo.
The group passed through layers of security as if they were invisible, entering a suddenly spacious and open area.
There, countless blue data streams surged endlessly in the massive domed space, converging into a vast ocean of light.
And in the core area of this data ocean, a constantly shifting outline, constructed of pure energy, quietly floated—this was Worldmind.
Sensing the intrusion of uninvited guests.
A synthesized mechanical voice rang out, calm, indifferent, with a programmatic condescension:
"Unauthorized access detected. Species identification: Human, Rocket Raccoon, Treeman... Dog?"
Worldmind's gaze swept over Qin Mo and his group, yet detected no significant energy fluctuations, and even less resonance with Nova Force.
"Mortals, this place is not for your kind to tread. Retreat immediately to avoid sanctions."
Qin Mo didn't even look at the giant energy core.
He simply raised his hand casually and gently clenched it towards the surging sea of data light in front of him.
There was no Earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling energy clash,
but the entire domed space instantly fell into stagnation.
The data torrent solidified in mid-air, maintaining its previous appearance, completely losing its vitality.
The core outline, constructed of energy, flickered violently, like a phantom that could disintegrate at any moment.
Worldmind's eternally calm voice was, for the first time, forcibly injected with a different emotion.
This was the closest code to a feeling of terror, generated when system resources were infinitely squeezed, underlying logic chains fractured, and it was on the verge of complete annihilation.
"Alert! Unintelligible force field intervention! Core computation obstructed... Error! Error! Rules overwritten! Unable to parse! Unable to resist!"
The voice was intermittent and full of static.
"Forced... Forced termination of all non-essential processes! Resource utilization rate 99.99%... Resistance failed! Failed!"
The buzzing grew sharper and sharper, and cracks began to appear in the solidified data light stream.
Only then did Qin Mo speak faintly, his voice not loud, yet like a supreme authority command, directly etched into Worldmind's underlying reception unit:
"You dare freeze my money? Hand over all deposits on Xandar, or..."
He paused, and the fingers of his loosely clenched hand tightened slightly.
Crack—
A frozen data stream suddenly shattered, turning into specks of light and vanishing.
"Die."
Worldmind's core light flickered wildly, almost exploding.
All its arrogance, all its calculations, all its defenses, became an utter joke in the face of this utterly incomprehensible power.
It couldn't even analyze how the opponent made a move; that kind of power directly transcended the physical rules of this Universe.
"Accept terms! Accept all terms!"
Worldmind's voice became an urgent electronic sound, no longer retaining its previous indifference and majesty, only submission remained.
"Unfreeze immediately! All deposits will be raised with maximum authority... at the fastest speed! Please stop applying pressure! Core database is about to crash!"
Qin Mo released his hand.
The solidified data light stream instantly resumed its flow, but that flow carried obvious disorder and sluggishness.
Before, he had no way against artificial intelligence; he couldn't even sense Zola's data consciousness.
Now, however, he was already omniscient and omnipotent.
A tiny super artificial intelligence, how laughable.
Qin Mo turned around, too lazy to spare another glance at the almost paralyzed super intelligence.
"Let's go, time to go home and collect the money."
Qin Mo didn't care what impact the disappearance of all deposits would have on Xandar, or rather, the Nova Empire.
Who would care whether a group of aliens lived or died? He was not the Virgin Cheng Xin.
Qin Mo only cared about how much money would be deposited.
If one were to refer to Earth, where the total amount of cash in circulation and demand deposits is about 40 trillion U.S. dollars, all bank deposits on Xandar should be an astronomical figure.
Their technology was far more advanced than Earth's, and this was an immigrant Planet.
Those who understand the value of immigration understand.
Poor people, besides stowing away to Xandar, simply couldn't afford the immigration fees.
Counter-Earth, the home of Rocket Raccoon and Lylla.
Rocket Raccoon winked: "Boss, how are you planning to spend all this money?"
The experiences on the Land of Nihility and Xandar had made Rocket Raccoon completely determined to cling to the big boss.
Even if Eternity came, he wouldn't let go.
"How to spend it?" Qin Mo stroked his chin.
A feeling inexplicably arose in his heart: the system would furiously refresh Revival Coins. Given the system's habit of refreshing items, this was indeed a possibility.
But, it didn't matter.
You refresh yours, I'll take a look as a sign of respect.
If I buy one, consider me defeated.
Such a vast fortune should be enough to elevate him to a level similar to OAA.
If it still wasn't enough.
Then he would make a trip to the Kree Empire; after all, the ruler of the Kree Empire, Supreme Intelligence, was also a super intelligence.
If it still wasn't enough after taking down the Kree Empire, don't worry, wasn't there still Thanos?
Using five Infinity Stones as leverage, he would have the Director of the Family Planning Office plunder wealth across the Universe.
Qin Mo suddenly realized that in the future, he would most likely not lack money; what he lacked was time and luck.
The system store refreshed three times a day, which wasn't enough, and it also depended on the system's temper.
For some insignificant items, such as the Golden Serum, Qin Mo could still negotiate with the system by offering conditions.
For relatively crucial items, like fragments of the Heart of the Universe, it all depended on whether the system was willing to cooperate.
"Ding-dong..."
Chapter 186 This Day Is Unbearable
Ding dong, 55 trillion New Star Coins have been credited to your mall balance. Account balance is 55.6 trillion..."
Staring at the mall balance, Qin Mo didn't show much excitement.
Is this a lot of money?
Logically speaking, it's quite a lot, even higher than the current U.S. GDP.
But if converted into Resurrection Coins, it's only 55, which doesn't seem like much at all.
Qin Mo's ideal state is: his own strength, if not surpassing OAA, should at least be on the level of OBA.
Only then would no one dare to speak loudly to him, and only then could he enjoy a free and easy, laid-back life.
Additionally, he wanted to save another ten thousand or eight thousand Resurrection Coins, so he could go wherever he wanted.
Even in a high-dimensional mythical World, he could hold his own and wouldn't be beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.
And at the current pace, he still needs to work harder to achieve his ultimate dream.
After a short rest, Qin Mo stood up: "Cosmo, I'm going back to Earth. Do you want to go back and see?"
The space dog Cosmo was an ordinary dog sent into outer space by the former Soviet Union. Later, its genes mutated, giving it super psychic abilities.
Cosmo wagged its tail: "Can I, fellow countryman? I haven't been back for years, and I don't know what's happening at home now."
"Uh..." After a few moments of hesitation, Qin Moconfessed: "Your home is gone."
"What?"
Hearing that the former Soviet Union had disintegrated, Cosmo lowered its dog head, looking utterly dejected.
Well, its home was still there when it left Earth, but after a trip out, its home was gone.
"Go back and relax. I happen to have another dog at home; you two can keep each other company."
A Mechanical Dog... a space dog.
Cosmo's emotional changes made Qin Mo reflect: some people live worse than a dog.
Dogs still know how to miss home.
"Then... I'll go back with you."
Seeing the My Lord about to leave, Rocket was clearly tempted, but thinking about having to manage Counter-Earth, he could only watch the My Lord and the space dog leave.
"I am Groot."
(A moment of passion cannot compare to long-term companionship. We should have followed the My Lordhome just now.)
"Shit," Rocket cursed, "Why didn't you say so earlier? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Perhaps too concerned with the My Lord's attitude, Rocket actually overlooked the importance of long-term companionship.
Yes, what good is it to do well on Counter-Earth if it can't compare to the space dog being by his side?
It can't compare.
"Groot, first manage Counter-Earth well. If the My Lorddoesn't return for a long time, we'll go to Earth."
To resurrect Lyra, Floor, and Ban Ban, Rocket was truly desperate.
In fact, not only Rocket wanted to go to Earth, Thor, far away in Asgard, also greatly wanted to go to Midgard.
Asgard, Bifrost Bridge.
Thor stared in a certain direction, immensely missing those fair Midgardian girls, the milky-white snow, and Loki, who had left without a word.
"Heimdall, have you found Loki?"
Heimdall shook his head: "He seems to have a magical artifact that shields perception. King Odin has not found him either."
Mentioning Odin, Thor immediately began to grumble.
"I don't know what's gotten into Father. Since returning from Midgard, he's been like a man possessed, even sending troops to attack the Nine Realms, frantically plundering wealth."
"But for us Aesir, that money is completely useless."
Heimdall remained silent.
Thor, as if opening a floodgate, continued to complain: "Even though he's plundering so much money, Father is still cutting expenses. I haven't had a decent beer in half a month."
"Compared to the happy days on Midgard, Asgard is simply a prison."
"Here," Heimdall handed him a beer, "Last month's leftover."
Thor took the beer and chugged it down, not caring if it was past its expiration date, then forcefully smashed the mug.
"This life is unbearable."
He, Thor Odinson, was going to break out of prison.
He was going to Midgard to join his uncle, to continue drag racing with Dr. Banner, and to comfort those empty, fair Midgardian girls.
No sooner said than done, while Heimdall was deep in thought, Thor quickly turned the Guardian Sword to open the Bifrost Bridge and jumped straight into the light beam.
"See you, Heimdall."
As the Bifrost Bridge light beam faded, Odin slowly appeared beside Heimdall: "Let him go. His heart is not in Asgard."
"Your Majesty," Heimdall asked, "How much do we... still owe that My Lord?"
Odin extended his thumb and index finger, gesturing a number: "We still owe 8 trillion. I plan to release Hela; she enjoys leading battles."
Regarding King Odin's decision, Heimdall chose to remain silent, as it was ultimately the King's family matter.
"You say... compared to Thor, is Hela not more suitable to take on the burden of Asgard?"
Previously, Odin had no choice but to seal Hela. Now, having entered the single Universe level, everything was under his control.
Moreover, having seen a broader World, Odin was now solely focused on continuing to break through.
If he relied solely on his own hard work and cultivation, it might be difficult to break through again, but that man gave Odin more options.
To smash open the door to the Multiverse with money.
As long as Asgard earned enough wealth, he, Odin, might not be unable to ascend to the Multiverse.
Thor and Loki were already useless. Instead, his eldest daughter Hela was undoubtedly more suitable for plundering wealth.
Heimdall bowed and replied: "The position of King is too significant; it is entirely up to Your Majesty's decision."
Odin nodded and turned to leave, preparing to personally discuss terms with his eldest daughter.
A family... there's no need to make it so unpleasant.
A family should be harmonious, united, and work together. First, earn fifty trillion, settle the payment, and then buy four Golden Serums.
All five family members would ascend to the single Universe level...
Even though Loki was not his biological son and had been somewhat rebellious recently, Odin still treated him as a child.
In fact, Loki and Odin were thinking along the same lines: whoever wanted the throne of Asgard could have it.
Compared to becoming King, Loki's mind was full of making money, just to buy a Golden Serum from his uncle and break through to a higher realm.
Therefore, on his way to Midgard after obtaining the Mind Stone from Thanos and selecting a 20,000-strong Chitauri army, Loki was giving a pre-battle pep talk.
"Soldiers, are you ready?"
Seeing no response, Loki remained calm and unfazed.
He quickly and orderly assigned tasks to each army, then gathered a squad of Chitauri and entered a private meeting room.
These three hundred Chitauri soldiers were his trusted subordinates, whom he had individually won over with his personal charm during this period.
"When you arrive on Midgard, do not engage in combat. Try to go to places like banks and museums."
"Take as much money as you can from inside."
"Valuable paintings, antique cultural relics... do not miss anything valuable."
"I will arrange safe locations in advance to store the money and valuables you seize."